Such a pity: garbage wrapped in a pretty package. I maintain a begrudging admiration for your exquisite face. Yes, indeed, don't stop obsessing on death. Come closer so that I may embrace your full lips. Even though she used me like Oprah uses Stedman, I  love her with 96% of my infarcted heart. Skipper won't strip, even when I hold a gun on Nikki. It's hot love that makes me shiver. I only respond in attack-mode to attacks. The arachnoid membrane is clipped during surgery for trigeminal neuralgia. Although our vaginas are wet with anticipation we conserve our paper towels for wiping up after puppies.

Chicken is what they call me,
Though not 'cause I flee at a fight.
I'm Chicken from birth, it's my family fo'real,
That frees me with my flight.

Though cumbersome my wings may flap,
Not propelling as most birds are able.
I can certainly procure a slap
To the face of the Strong and Stable.

For this Chicken is fed up
Of current state black market affairs.
That's right this States' colour's corrupt.
And ******* if you're thinking 'she's racially unaware'.

I mean black like skin that blood no longer supplies,
I mean brute black like when the river dries,
I mean black like it's the End, when all magic dies.
I don't want to be called a pessimist,
But I truly cannot deny;
The current affairs seen by a realist,
Are a 'Big Issue', Strong and Stable's a clear lie!

Personally, I've never even seen, nor do I seek,
A Strong and Stable Tory.
They're usually over 70, or weak and meek,
Like an embarrassing aristocrat's public school story.
The Tories I've seen
Are mostly on the TV screen
And even then, Strong and Stable's a far shout.
Their best attribute's looking mean
And keeping their skin taught in a tight pout.

To be honest, this Chicken thinks
All that's necessary would be a blimming flap
And they'd be scrambling on all fours for their cuff links,
Just with one feather's single tap.

So they must stop ****** trying to deceive
Those unfortunately circumstantial souls,
Because they're making them thicker as they thieve
All of their lasting retrievable goals!
If you are balanced, indifferently
Or stuck upon the fence,
Listen to the Chickens' squawks carefully:
Read up! It's your world too!
Let's destroy former pretense!
That Politics is an area only for the Privately Schooled
Because the majority of us definitely know now,
They are false Strong and Stable fodder-food.
Who really we should not even allow
A say in the rest of Our futures,
Because they'll take the rest of what's ours
They're programmed-in, suited-booted-Vultures!
**** Vultures!
Chicken's got Powers.
Chicken's gonna remind us of what was
Already Ours!
Weak and Wobbly.
That's the truth of the state of Today,
Funny that isn't what the masked Vultures say.

Let us take the good with the bad, my blimming pet ****...Such a pity: garbage wrapped in a pretty package. I maintain a begrudging admiration for your exquisite face. Yes, indeed, don't stop obsessing on death. Come closer so that I may embrace your full lips. Even though she used me like Oprah uses Stedman, I  love her with 96% of my infarcted heart. Skipper won't strip, even when I hold a gun on Nikki. It's hot love that makes me shiver. I only respond in attack-mode to attacks. The arachnoid membrane is clipped during surgery for trigeminal neuralgia. Although our vaginas are wet with anticipation we conserve our paper towels for wiping up after puppies.