the infidelity or the egg?

I do know what inspired it, but this one is weird even for me

boiled in lava,
or death by ashen
pyroclastic cloud.
does it really matter?

death
is
death.

lies
are
lies.

which came first
the infidelity
or the egg?
and does it matter?
in the end,
the chicken
is dinner.

Reviews

[Nusquam Esse]

The first line has a violent fury to it; much like seeing Vesuvius engulf Pompeii, regardless of which fiery demise you were handed, they were all quite unpleasant. I think the only way it mattered was 'how much of you' was left to be ogled at by archaeologists. The simplicity of the middle two lines is superb, especially when contained between two 'does it matter's. Finally, the final line was great! Indeed, the chicken is for dinner! Although I fancy mine roasted and rotisserie; I will pass on the molten lava and pyroclastic flows.

[Lyn Anderson]

Glad you liked this one. I certainly do.

[Ruth]

Bloody brilliant! One of my favs, clever hon, clever x

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks, sometimes a stray thought just before bed is the one ...

[Matching Socks]

Ok, seeing a few interpretations here...
Perhaps your hidden message is this:

Don't be a chicken, be brave, because lions eat chickens.
Do you want to be the lioness or the hen?

Would you rather tear him to bits, or throw an egg at him?

[Lyn Anderson]

Ha, your reviews are better than the poem.

[Matching Socks]

Lol! I disagree, the poem gives us food for thought. :)

[MsJewel]

You are a word master, weaving clever metaphors that leave me smiling...and hungry....

:) Julie

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks, this was a weird thing that kept rolling around in my head.

[willweb]

Make sure you pluck it first. I really loved the play on words here KLGoode. In the end it always gets you fried, one way or the other.

[Lyn Anderson]

Ha ha, thank you very much.

[Madalyn Beck]

I'm not going to lie. Reading this made me hungry....

I do love your thought process though. Very enjoyable. :)

[Lyn Anderson]

Ha ha, I wonder why?

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Now that is delightfully clever little poem… once that trust is broken there is no need for walking on eggshells that was the relationship.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks so much, I appreciate that.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

You are most welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the chicken is dinner, but the party guilty of infidelity is toast for breakfast...and is eaten along with the egg.

clever metaphorical write.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks, it was just stuck in my head all day, and I liked it.

[Frieda P]

What? Haha...interesting, I think you're overtired, but still brilliant! ;) Winner winner chicken dinner................................

[Lyn Anderson]

I literally had that weird line playing in my head all day. Had to purge before bed.LOL

[Frieda P]

It's catchy and you made your point...now go to sleep ;) haha