I have to harvest another half field
To add to the goodly yield
For this first of August
On a goodly Friday
Which is hard to say for most
In the wake of the alien invasion
By the Goma-Taud
Who while quite stupidly loud
And annoying for all
Aren't the worst of overlords
So long as those like me
keep doing our jobs
See here's the thing
They have taken the world over
But they've also started to reverse
All the stupid damage
We so foolishly did to the land
And taken many
Of the willing and the young
Off the crowded Earth
To one of their other worlds
And as a result
Instead of 13 billion souls crowding the world
We're down to a population
Of 6 flat billion
With each of the continents
Having a good hard cap
Of a billion each
With no room for error
But with all the advancements
In technology
We've recently made
You only have kids
If that's both partners want
So no more happy surprises
Of hey you're pregnant
Isn't what you wanted
But it's what you've got
Which has also cut aborth
By two whole thirds
Which is what it is
Though as an old man
Who was never close
To having kids myself
By math and want
My opinion
But matters little
Only I'm digressing
And I should be stressing
Because I'm one of the farmers
Of the most precious crop
That we humans have
And that is words
For story yes
As they've developed quite the taste
For stories eh
No matter the skill
Or lack thereof
Of the harvest in question
And this but serves me yes indeed
Because now I'm one of the most important
On all the Earth
Since I'm always writing
And now I have a market
That's quite so captive
Even though the truth is something else
In that they have us
At the extremely end
Of all disadvantage
As they have all the power
And it's only those like me
Who keep them from being
Completely savage
And terribly cruel
Not to mention
I finally have the attention
Of Hollywood too
As well as that of artists
Who drop what they're doing
And beg to be a part
Of my comic whims
So the poetry comic
That I once published
In the most DIY of ways
Is now a going concern
As well as 10 of my strips
And two shows on tv
All because of me
Because I'm gifted
With fingers fast
And ever ready
To pound away
On the goodly board
For hours a day
Without one taken off
And I never would have thought
15 long years ago
That my ability
To harvest words
Like a farmer of old
Would prove to make me
A goodly hero
To all the world
But here I am
A hero to all
For doing the goodly work
That keeps this from being
An untenable thing
To bear indeed
And though I had a moment
Maybe three
As it was late in the night
Before I began to write
That I might falter
But I should have known better
Because I made it with time to spare