On the Chicken Egg Farm
The bullseye
With its golden center
Isn’t that an egg as well?
Well?
Maybe, she said, you freeze
an egg, and though it cracks
it remains intact
then slip it in a sock like that
and go and give a cop a whack
shout ham and eggs
and smack his head
it’s likely, though,
he’ll shoot you dead
That’s what she said
And we all laughed
With the unceasing humming
and unceasing harms
on the chicken egg farm
And sang this song:
If I were born
on a chicken egg farm
I’d like to be born
a chicken’s son
You know, right?
what they do to them?
The daughters get
their beaks snipped off
and worked like slaves
until they drop
but the sons are killed
on the day they’re born
they suffer much less
on the chicken egg farm
Elliot Sperber | Radio Free (2020-09-18T07:03:25+00:00) On the Chicken Egg Farm . Retrieved from https://www.radiofree.org/2020/09/18/on-the-chicken-egg-farm/
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