Gifted nourishment wouldn’t come to visual fruition for millions of American inhabitants without my grateful sacrifice to pick without enraged complaint, Earth’s birth of versatile goodness. My eyes reflect with the climbing sunrise and converse respectfully with chameleon darkness. The magician weather doesn’t fool my adapting determination to hug generously an underrated dollar bill, a blunt pay stub and/or an outspoken paycheck. Pardon my nosey intentions to investigate, but don’t you think it’s a sinkable thumbs’ down and in admirable tackiness to belittle freely individuals who walk through undeterred through a storm of adversity just to express a deserving need called comfortable living? Why the diseased need for the over-privileged to whine about their self hypocrisy and coddle delightfully their self contradictions? I would challenge every American inhabitant who knows more than the championed know-it-all’s of the American dream to take a day off from the busy speediness of life, freeze their lousy pride and labor with unconditional determination in the fields of America. Working alongside a field laborer might literally redefine your cherished notion of food in the digestive tract, clothes on the bare skin, natures care over your head and unforgettably an education in human dignity.