as she puts a leg
and a thigh onto
your dish, you scream
but i don't
want chicken again
for dinner. you slam
your fist down onto
the table, and you
rattle the bright green
peas around
on your plate, bouncing
some of them off
the edge, to the
floor where the
dog nonchalantly inhales
them, and coughs.
why chicken,
why do we eat so much
chicken you yell out
in protest. do you
have any idea of the
hormones that they
inject into these things
to make them fat and
grow at the speed
of light, from egg
into roaster almost
overnight. do you know
how bad these chickens
are for our health.
she sits down and calmly
says grace. i hope
these chickens don't
kill us she says.
now shut up and eat.
and besides, all you
have at your house
is oatmeal.
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