he had become a chicken
locked in the coop it seemed
he was delirious with shock
i am not a chicken i am a man
he thundered he screamed
the chickens flapped their
wings with joy the butcher
had gone insane they
shouted out they would
not let him sleep they
bullied him as a team
his sullied soul none
was willing to redeem.
travesty of justice ..
chicken guts liver heart
spleen murderous moments
the butcher they blasphemed
curse on his bloodstream..
the butcher had a dream
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