This Ain't Corny

I just gotta say, living in the city (enough for or just enuff) its so easy just to run down to the supermarket (or the bodega if you are livin in that just enuff!) and get your dinner fixins'. But all that food's gotta come from somewhere, and next time you gnaw on that cob o' corn, think about where it might have sprung up from! Native Americans had whole creation myths based around it, , we just slab it up with a pad of butter and douse it in a little salt!
Anyways, all these thoughts came as i spent a day haulin' corn husks over to the edge of the cliff and tossing em over. Round here, the combine that harvests and husks acres for the American subsidized farmer isnt in sight, and all that's done by hand. So they need all the hands they can get, even itenerant Kung Fu students can learn "Shaolin Husking Fist" or whatever. There's a lot of labor before we can grab that toothpick!
Jah Bless, Be Thankful!