i eat chicken, the world knows i do.
my life is a mother hen, punishing me for eating so much ******* chicken.
but once a day she gives me one good thing,
a single egg to hold onto.
i always break it.
one day i received a golden egg she conceived.
told me “you know what will happen if you eat more chicken again.”
i promised her i would not, and i kept that egg warm in a feather bed, staying up till 5am smothering it with love and heat.
the morning i saw the gold flaking off, i cried.
mother had tricked me into eating no chicken.
it was a fake.
i wanted to strangle her, that **** mother hen.
what would become of us if i snapped her neck.
no more eggs.
do i need them?
who really knows?
