scrambled

I count
my chickens.
all of them have hatched
so i'm any
breaking
and clichéd tenets
of any sort.
the chickens are running
around the yard crazily,
but their
heads have not been cut off.
I have a pot
for each them
in all good time.
sometimes,
I am chicken, less brave
I mean
about many things in life.
like
telling the truth
when it's so much easier
to tell a lie.
sometimes I think I believe
that the egg
did come first.
but this changes day
to day.
I like my eggs scrambled
by the way, if you're
paying attention,
keeping notes.