The Dark Cornfield

Stuck in this dark, gloomy field,

This small sentient corn is hunting my spleen.

Found a wet radio,

Better not touch it, 

Might hurt me.

Oh! Some food.

Ewww… it's all sloppy and abysmal.

Someone, please help me out

Of this dark gloomy cornfield.

Wait… that's an old dusty, rusty machine.

It could be useful for me.

I just need someone to rescue me.

Looking at this old rotting wood.

Resembles a watch tower.

Some of the corn is sentient,

Some of it mushy and mouldy.