What if chickens had no wings
And skin instead of feathers
And human legs and feet and heads
And wore clothing made from leather?
What if chickens were actually humans
But disguised as mindless poultry?
I don’t know what my conclusion is,
But I hope it’s something sultry.
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Hey,
I
Probably
Pointed
Out that
Pointing
Out
Things
Actually
Makes
U
Shake your head and ponder the significance of this poem.
Eh?
You
Expected
Something better?
A
Hippopotamus
Is
Laughing
Ludicrously
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I’ve got writer’s block.
I can’t write worth crap tonight.
Thus this bad haiku.
Believe it or not,
That haiku took half an hour.
I’m just that plugged up.
Thus this post is done.
Hopefully I’ll be inspired.
Guess we’ll see, won’t we?
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