John W. McEwers

Veteran Poet - 1,178 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

Chicken Sammich - Poem by John W. McEwers

There's a cool torn chicken 'tween my bread
and he aint squaking no more.
You can hate meat, you can hate killing
you can protest me all you wish
but I'm gunna keep eating my
chicken sammich.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010

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