Chicken

I went outside
and shot my neighbor’s chicken

I made a cordon bleu
with its flesh

Tickled my lover
with its feathers

and wrote my suicide note
with its blood

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Filed under outlaw poetry, poetry, punk poetry

One response to “Chicken

  1. Et il en résulte quoi ????? un bon repas des 2 côtés .

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