The Dead Man and the Loud Hen

I shall delete my existence says the dead man No more do I breathe No more shall I rant Although often I recant I shall delete all my poems says the loud hen No more am I here I shall disappear Like a child with tuque over head I shall rescind my tantrums says the dead man No more death for me For it was plainly to sobering to be Back to pen, oh so hypocritical of me I shall come back using other names says the Hen No more logical than the other dead man I am the judge of the poetic world The laws must be according to childish wee me We the little men who bicker and whine We are united, our immature prettiness shines The poetic soldier who mocks old ladies Does he not know tiss he who is insanely crazy? The crow will squawk his cranky banter The songbird will fly to a more harmonic tree The Hen will cluck and twitter and rant All the McVillians with feathers it seems Flocking together, oh the birdbrains do scream!