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.

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The teacher warned me about you
Your just another cackling fool
The smell of you is just not cool

Wet chicken
Not enough sense to get out of the rain
Wet chicken
Always looking for someone to blame

Sitting on your stoop not minding what you do
So privileged sitting above everybody
If told to, you would eat the president's poop

Wet chicken
Not enough sense you got no shame
Wet chi...

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