Randy Johnson


Chicken Shit - Poem by Randy Johnson

When it comes to my neighbor, I usually have a fit.
He irritates the hell out of me and he's a chicken shit.
He has wild parties that last until 3 A.M.
I'm sick of having to put up with him.
When I went to his house one night,
I made the mistake of challenging him to a fight.
When he showed up for the fight, the wimp brought along four other guys.
He talks tough but when it comes to being a chicken shit, he takes the prize.
Showing up with four other men made him feel empowered.
I got my ass handed to me but unlike him, I'm not a coward.
All five of them beat the crap out of me and they made me eat their fists.
Now I have to gum my food because my teeth are gone and sorely missed.
But at least I was able to land one very hard punch.
I hit my neighbor in the belly and he lost his lunch.
It didn't take long to realize something that I'm not ashamed to admit.
I got the living hell beat out of me but at least I'm not a chicken shit.

Topic(s) of this poem: chicken, comedy, coward, fiction, fighting, neighbor


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 26, 2019



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