Upon Contemplating What To Write

Who decides what historical events adorn textbooks students read, hence a starry notion born grew up while this lumpenproletariat day dreaming, Asian aw shucks husky husbandry furrowed brow gritty farmer barnstorming across expansive fields of baby (barely) barley corn crib bed crop 'pon harvest time, (an maize zing genre), especially when enriched with humus laden loamy muck cob bra, then aye delightfully trumpet from dehorn of good 'n plenti kernel Sanders gave me saluting rank and file fool's capped fecund fashioned earthborn dunce sing tassels, versus growing seasons gone by, when draught of ideas forlorn despite futilely blowing on my flugelhorn high and dry reap peat head paltry yield, asper when this strapping chap a sweaty backed greenhorn pondering why agrarian laborious life of toil omitted as part and parcel of "newsworthy" posterity sagas deeming shenanigans of highborn and/or "FAKE" headlines crowd inborn noble folks, who grease palms of industrialists, whose quaking self importance thwarts aside rural cosseted krummhorn grounded bumpkin mor'n how kapellmeister coaches bourgeoisie helping determine zero absolute value of newborn fated to slave away till body electric outworn, yet paradigm shift of (butter late then ever) jiffy popcorn version sown by seeds of Jethro Tull, whose bonhomie with brio didst reborn agricultural revolution took root, whence before long some did scorn and lamented machinations ordered simple existence ripped and torn, where antithetical views suppressed and unto revolutionaries became legion and well-worn.