Week Thirty-Two: “The Poor Chicken”

I wish I could fly
but I can’t, I’m a chicken
My wings ain’t good for nothing
but buffalo sauce
I wish I was the head
of a large corporation
but nobody wants a fowl for a boss

I wish I could dance
but I can’t, I’m a chicken
My legs ain’t good for nothing
but frying in grease
I wish I had a spacious
penthouse on State Street
but no one will approve
a bird for a lease

Woe is me, woe is me
Woe is I, woe is I
Woe is me, the poor chicken

I wish I could seduce
but I can’t, I’m a chicken
My breasts ain’t good for nothing
but to throw on the grill
I wish I could be
a state representative
but they don’t elect chickens
and they never will

Woe is me, woe is me
Woe is I, woe is I
Woe is me, the poor chicken

I wish I could love
but I can’t, I’m a chicken
My heart ain’t good for nothing
but cooking up rice

Woe is me, woe is me
Woe is I, woe is I
Woe is me, the poor chicken

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