oh expired chicken you never tasted right to begin with shredded and unseasoned marred by hints of skin and cartilage you were too embarrassing to share and too expensive to discard
oh expired chicken the aftermath of underestimating how much is in each pound and overestimating how much I eat a shopping mistake made after being a parasite to school cafeterias and my mother's cooking for eight months
oh expired chicken throwing you away was harder than cutting off an ex-lover my heart yearns for what you could have been (tasty food in my stomach) even though you were never enough you would make an indomitable enemy an atrocious friend and the worst boyfriend ever we would have a toxic and trying relationship but that is for another poem
Don't worry guys! I threw the expired chicken away before it was too late, so my stomach feels fine. This poem was inspired by the slam poem "Ode to Whataburger" by Amir Safi. Watch it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WKQimdJsoc.