What goes on behind the door of the henhouse…
Stalk the prey in the moonlightIt lift it’s head to stare at the night skyMy moment has come. I lunge at itFried chicken fuels the world of crimeThe colonel sends his army of roosters out for bloodArctic Terns at our defense, forks and plates at the ready!
If I had wings, I would tailight the skySugarcoat the camera lensPluck toucan potatoe skinsThe canopy is the upper kingdomHunters fry their daily food rationsMockingbirds peck the frigate deckAnd the street lanterns are categorizedBy bluejay commitment
Flocks of seagulls patrol the beachesPidgeons guard the rooftopsReady to drop their vanilla/chocolate“It’s rabbit season.” “It’s duck season.”They all end up as food in the endTake the shotgun and silence the oppressedLactose intolerant cows never made much sense
BAWK, bawk, the cuckoo clock has struck analysis.
In : Poetry
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