I [heart] GMOs

F1 Hybrids

Roped me in. Ruby red and luscious.

Cowgirl nightshades, tied at the midriff.

Got me hooked on fruitless seeds.

Year after year after year

We drop our teeth into each other.

While somebody, somewhere, cashes in.

Mixed signals, modified varietals.

Dividends agape, swallow pesto drizzle.

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