the hens have raised their fowl fists, protested the pecking order, debated the Cuckoo Clucks Clan, and started a coup in the coop. they have a bird's eye view from their fort, truly an eggcelent perch to reside in while they gather resources and duck when enemies fire. joining is a nestcessary evil to end the corruption. so, my dear, please don't chicken out.
i have sinned. i have faced god and walked backwards into hell writing this poem. forgive me please i couldn't resist.