Now this chicken
wasn't a chicken
to run away in fear
but the thought
of self-preservation
became very clear.
He knew that every
single chicken
had an expiry date
and would inevitably
end up
on someone else's plate.
All of the other chickens
thought
he was out of his gourd
and terminally crazy
or
perpetually bored.
The moral of this story
is simple
and true
and every species
needs a visionary
in leading the way too.
So the chicken
who tried
to save his own ass
knew when his time
had come
to pass.
He simply didn't want
to be part
of the food chain
by surrendering
himself
to chicken chow mein
and to battered
or breaded
would be such a shame.
Oh Lord,
why did you give this bird
an infamous name?
The rebel chicken
heard of a planet
in the stars
which was a couple of light years
further
than Mars.
The inhabitants ate nothing but flowers
from winter
to spring.
It cleaned out
their bowels
and made them sing.
Renegade chickens
could live here
in peace.
Not being on the menu
gave them
an emotional release.
The planet Flora Bora
seemed like
home sweet home
for a chicken
who refused to be eaten
and preferred to roam.
The only question
is how
can you make this trip
if you don't have the fuel
and a reliable
rocket ship.
So have you ever seen
a chicken
play the blues
when he is required
to meet the chef
and pay his dues.
His legacy is forever
relegated
to Planet earth
because a chicken
doesn't have
a gosh darn worth.
So if you are a chicken
in shackles
and heavy chains
then clucking the blues
is all that
remains!
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