All that for what

Took you five months to grow this peanut.

It tasted fucking horrible.

All that planting.

All that water.

All that tending.

All that plucking.

All that sweat.

All that packing.

For what?

For me to go to the store, to find the bag, to walk to the register, to pull out my wallet, to finally drive back home, to get a cup of water, to sit down on the table and to finally open the bag of peanuts.

Just to eat an acidic peanut.