#1
Building a
cat's
cradle from
simple
dimpled
spheres only
reinforces the
necessity of
de-
signing se-
cure
multifarty
symptoms to
en-
sure stealth-
care rapacity with
min-
imal ex-
posure.
#2
Drastic baggy
hags in spew-colored double
schlock wastelands are
even now sporting un-
even tooth alignment
and con-
genital blight po-
sitioning for more dead
products with patriotic
names such as
"Poke Her in the Crypt" and
"Wicked Slim Pickings".
chicken soup
chicken legs
chicken liver
chicken neck
chicken gravy
chicken breast
chicken francese
chicken fried steak
chicken pot pie
run chickens run!
Born in a barn raised on a farm
makin' hay come what may
won't do what I'm told
can't be bought or sold
with a mind of my own
don't need politicians
prophets or priests
deciding my decisions
drink from the bottle
drive full throttle
don't get me wrong
know where I belong
ain't got no social graces
know where my place is
do what nature taught me
down in the lower forty
where rattling the bars of their cage
'til the cattle come home
chickens from afar were induced
and returned to roost
while at day's end
the scarecrow he an' me
we be best of friends
here’s your plaque:
best in uniformity & public shaming.
no rooster crows without committee review.
no similes unless they match the mulch.
you scratch the dirt,
then vote on who gets corn-fed
when there's plenty to go around.
not every poem is a zoning dispute,
and I'm hard pressed to name anyone here
an expert in the field. get over yourselves.
she left.
what was the point of that?
you ran off a chance to learn something,
or worse,
ran off a chance to help a lonely person
in need, masquerading what they want to be.
we'll never know now.
all this for what?
the abject terror of an electron less
of validation? grow the f*ck up.
I see you,
paper-bagging praise like contraband,
while circling the coop,
searching for a beak to clip.
I'm going to bed now,
to dream of that first welcome
I had three years ago.
My sincerest hope
is that you'll meet me there.
The MAGA people sing this song, TACO, TACO!
They love to babble all day long, O-TACO-tay!
Who's the chump who chickens out? TACO, TACO!
Who's the POTUS who's gonna pout? O-TACO-tay!
Gonna pout all night,
gonna pout all day.
I'll bet my money he's gonna pout;
might as well stay away.
The press secretary and the dim VP, TACO, TACO!
Told what to say and what to see, O-TACO-tay!
They'll put their money in a bitcoin fund, TACO, TACO!
They'll lose it all because they're stunned, O-TACO-tay!
Gonna pout all night,
gonna pout all day.
I'll bet my money they're gonna pout;
might as well stay away.
See them lie and see them cheat, TACO, TACO!
Scam the people and then repeat, O-TACO-tay!
I'll keep my money and home I'll stay, TACO, TACO!
Not gonna travel to the USA, O-TACO-tay!
Gonna stay all night,
gonna stay all day.
I'll keep my money and home I'll stay
not gonna go away.
It seemed to happen in a flash.
Our movements were rash.
Behind the breakfast bar
With scraps of potato hash.
Our webbed little feet
Stuck in a muddy mash.
Scores of us slip-slapping up the alley
Unabashed, with feathers
Mucked and thrashed
Finally on the road and--boom! Crash!
Linda was blindsided,
Some trucker with a stash.
There were eight of us now
Headed for a small pond in Wabash.
Just 200 waddles in the razor tall leaves
That thrash and slash.
Finally the four of us left see
Beyond the man-sized vines
The immaculate vision of the chicken party.
The most bodacious aquatic bash:
The one they call "The Chicken Splash."
There's nothing funnier than a cross-eyed chicken
With legs the size of your arm
The Chicken Emporiums would sure love to know
The name of this progressive farm
Aside from the unnerving cross-eyed feature
The implications are really immense
Imagine a leg on your plate so humongous
You wouldn't know where to commence
The cross-eyed feature might cause some concern
If the patrons viewed this poor old bird
Before it was rendered suitable for consumption
It sure looked hilariously absurd
The cross eyes were caused by trying to eject
A super sized extra large egg
Probably gave the poor brave chicken a hernia
Before passing it, for mercy it begged
Such is the way of us civilized humans
Thinking of our bellies all day
Paying no attention to these cross-eyed chickens
As they dance to the hen house ballet
hhmmmmm
Those chickens commit harra-kiri daily said Nan
Of free-range livestock with beaks, she was not a great fan
How do they do it? Asked her cousin curious Scar
Easy; they run out in the road, in front of my car
Chickens
Much better things to use chickens for are:
waiters, school crossing
monitors, paper
weights, door
stoppers, getting us
soda cans, handing us
toilet paper, mowing the
lawns, changing channels on the
TV, washing cars, reading to
us before we go to
bed.
Me and my chicken
Won't take a lickin'
Whenever he crows
Everyone knows it's
Me and my chicken.
Me and my chicken
Our hearts are tickin'
Cluckin' and pickin'
Here in the thicken
We keep on kickin'
Me and my chicken
Rooster and wiccan
You be awestricken
Your heart will quicken
For me and my chicken.
Have you ever pondered why chickens can't snore
Or why elephants can't jump four feet off the floor
Chickens don't have noses
In fact they don't have toesies
And if an elephant could jump, it would destroy the decor
Chickens aim so high.
Aha! That's what I thought too,
When I hear you cluck.
Some chicks
We bought to nest.
Out of them
As they grew up
Three are roosters,
Started crowing.
My wife and I
tending them so fair
our hearts now filled with pain,
to think they'd be slain.
"In coop and yard,
there they dwell.
Eggs we can eat and sell,
roosters will crow at dawn",
I told my wife.
Have you ever pondered why chickens can't snore
Or why elephants can't jump all four feet off the floor
Chickens don't have noses
In fact they don't have toesies
If elephants could jump it would destroy the decor
What a lovely bunch! Or is that bananas?
I think the term is cluster. But isn’t that chickens?
No, that’s a peep, as in, don’t make one.
If I don’t make a peep, will I become a Silent One?
If I Speak(s) Volumes will I cluck like a cluster of chickens?
If I do, will I be thought crazy as a hand of bananas?
If I am an Unseeking Seeker, will I lose my chickens?
Or is that marbles? I have to choose just one.
Peep of chickens, cluster of coconuts, or hand of bananas?
Forget the chickens and bananas, make a poem with the other one.
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