aka the weird mom who talks to factory chickens while home alone all day...
Oh Grocery Store Chicken,
I'm sorry.
Many times I've passed you by
in favor of your more pampered farm friends
the economy
and here you are before me on my counter
What to do?
Here is my promise
You will be respected in death
as you should have been in life
First night you gave us roast chicken
the next you graced my garden salad
today, we stock!
Sadly you were raised to sport Hollywood fake breasts
puny legs
no matter...
All of you will be cherished today!
In the pot you go
to socialize with vegetables
the ones you were deprived of in life
If you had been mine...
oh, you would still have not died of old age!
But while you lived you would have had sunshine
bugs
weeds
vegetables
dirt
children laughing at you
maybe a knitted ascot
chicken friends
I will give you now what you didn't have in life
respect
thank you little chicken,
the house smells good today!
Soup's On!
