Chicken Centric

Engineer when you have it
Exit when you don't
Non-responders cluck and shake
Holding the banister
I, the I
Hiding the hide
High and dry

Pulling out the stops
For chicken face
That's when you give what you get
Are what you eat
Peat moss and silty slew
Making John Deere moan
Like a Patagonian crooner
Yeah, they make 'em
Like the Ricola guys
With fluegels and bugles
Regal and frugal
At the same time
A mogul and bogus pupil

It never really sounds like:
Cockadoodledoo
Or Chick-Fil-A
Or Sylvia's buttermilk
It borrows its heritage
From a brown paper bag
And cries itself to sleep
Of all the things to be:
A better version of me
Chicken feather hair
And crazy chicken-eyed stare
Clawing the ground in chickeny spasm
Falling out of place in chicken chasm
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6.19.09