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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
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