Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Alpaca Pick

Some U.S. farmers adore me.
My kind can bring a lot of green,
The spending kind, because we be
A tax shelter - know what I mean?
We come from the high Andes lands,
Sometimes smuggled north like the drugs,
To be in cute and hairy bands,
Knitted into sweaters and rugs.
One good habit - we all do poop
In a simple common dung pile.
One bad habit - at times we stoop
To spitting at you with a smile.

My good life on the farm will stop
When alpaca's bubble does pop.