I walk through the farm, and I don’t feel good
This place is so tedious and dull
All there ever is to see is dirt, dirt, and more dirt
I also spot the occasional hill in the distance
I wish I could see something more interesting like animals
However, this is a crop growing farm
The scent of all these sweet fruits and vegetables begin to make me nauseous
I wish for an AC in this horrible and hot place
I feel so weary in this place
I beg someone to get me out of this place, but alas, there is no one here
I am all alone in this horrible place
The dullness of this farm is horrible
I would rather write a poem about pencils than do this
Even staring at a blank whiteboard is more fun than this
Why am I here, and how did I come here?