Green Ear Of Corn Poem by Mark Heathcote

I hate cucumber, I hate the cold
But I don't hate anyone
I stopped hating when I was very young
As it left me with only myself to scold.

I stopped hating when I was a green ear of corn
It made me feel lonely and forlorn

I hate a hole a stone in my shoe
But I don't hate anyone
There's just too much sunshine in the sky,
Too many new things out there to do.

I stopped hating when I was a green ear of corn
It made me feel lonely and forlorn.

I'm like a river that runs straight
I haven't the time to rattlesnake-sidewind
And fill my heart up with hate
Who wants to spend their lives trying to rescind
I'm headed to an ocean in the sun.
Those desert birds that pick over bones
Can hover and have their fill like vampires
If I don't like you, I'll just disenfranchise you.

I stopped hating when I was a green ear of corn
It made me feel lonely and forlorn.

I never want to feel that feeling again anymore
I'd rather stand shoulder to shoulder
Heretofore with you, my heart full of love.
I'd rather love you than hate you.