I swore i would never turn into my father
That weak, sorry excuse for a man
I swore I would nev end up like him
Then he died
I Began to notice things
It started with his nervous tick
That insietent biting of my lowere lip
Then in my stride,
 a slight buoyancy 
A cross between a spring and stroll
Then laugh
Somehow joyous 
Uninhibited
Seeming to carry in it all the joy of the universe
Wrapped in one moment
Then the worrying began
Wanting to keep those I loved safe
So though I swore I would  never to turn into that weak, kind, gentle , sweet man
I did.

When ever others have to know all your secrets
The only thing that you really have to do
It's called feeding the chickens
Give them some crumbs maybe a few

If thats all they have in their life they have to do
Just tell them enough to keep them satisfied true
Give them a make believe don't tell will you
And feed their empty minds with a crumb or two

One has to show pity for such a lowere I Q
So throw them a few crumbs of don't tell will you
As long as they live their lives won't change true
Chicken after all just chickens and do what they do

They'll take those crumbs adding a thought or two
With fowl like imaginations the hens roosters too
But thats who they are like some humans so blue
Some get laid some don't some get hatched it's true

Replying .. You got laid ? goodness have'nt you too
Never thought you would .. But even chickens *****
Along came this rooster and it was all far from blue
Then he told the whole farm yard with a **** a doodle do

terrence michael sutton
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