Rotten Eggs Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Rotten Eggs



Stink.
Smell.
The price paid?
Not worth to buy.
Or convince to sell.
But to throw them,
Back at the chickens.
Fed on B.S.
To lay rotten eggs,
Knowing this deception...
Will sicken minds of the people.
Should be sentenced to cluck,
For the rest...
Of their chicken plucking lives!

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