The Swept Away

The Swept Away

A Poem by Space Enema

baby chicken
so many pouring in
it's getting complicated
too many for the hens
stay in line
you need to stay in sight
these chicks aren't free range
can't you see the plight?
baby chicken
the future is obscene
I wish you could fly
but you'd ruin everything
fried chicken...

© 2018 Space Enema


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Added on January 21, 2018
Last Updated on January 21, 2018
Tags: Pets, chicken, dying, old, age, aging

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Space Enema
Space Enema

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The prophet of the space enema comes forth to tell the masses to cleanse their minds and think for a change. He's also a Reiki master. more..

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