it's hard not to laugh
when you
see a bunch of live chickens
running around
in someone's yard
in the middle of the city.
fat white chickens,
clucking and pecking
at the ground for bugs.
you ask the guy what's
up with the chickens,
he carefully walks
his way over,
trying not to step
on the chickens and what
they leave behind,
and says, it's all about
the fresh eggs. you haven't
lived until you have
a fresh egg.
you nod, and say,
i get it, i get it, but
is this something you
would take on,
probably not.
Safeway has eggs.
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