The lonely chicken
Sitting in the dark so tasty yet so alone
It doesn’t fit in
Made by a person who doesn’t fit in living its life in the house of another
Not eaten
Not good enough
Never will be
The lonely chicken
Not just forgotten but not cared about
They’re not responsible
So it cries alone on the kitchen table after all has been said and done
It could rot there no one would care
Except me
Lonely chicken
Was tasty
But only we know
Lonely chicken
Like me
Living in a hard place
The price you pay Isiah much higher than you can give
Lonely chicken
Coming to life in a place of uncertainty
What it has to offer is just not desirable
Just not important
Just not good enough to think about
Lonely chicken
Just like me
All alone
Sitting in the dark
After all has been said and done
Lonely chicken
Just like me
….
No place to fit in
No place to be given
Has to force its way through
Otherwise
It will sleep on the kitchen table
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