The lonely chicken

 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