fried (Remove filter)
Fried Chicken
Viscous heat bubbles at my feet.
A drum of boiling oil lies beneath.
My body sweats
I dangle like a leaf.
From a wrought iron cage
I watch with rage.
They chop my friends.
Then, they soak and bread them
Feed them to the grease.
I'm a bird trapped in the tree.
Never to be free.
Until, it's time to eat.
Tuesday 24th October 2023 6:17 pm
Recent Comments
Graham Sherwood on Never
6 hours ago
TobaniNataiella on Magic Three Words
9 hours ago
raypool on HUNTER'S MOON
11 hours ago
Tom Doolan on October Rain
12 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on This All Dies
17 hours ago
Martin Elder on Carry Us Home
17 hours ago
Martin Elder on counting
17 hours ago
Martin Elder on I Just Can’t Wait To Be King
17 hours ago
Martin Elder on Darn Owl Not Barn Owl
17 hours ago
Martin Elder on The tree part 2
18 hours ago