The Beatle Poem by James McLain

great roller of dung said to me
as he flowed forth from the
offerings yes, I am forced
to eat.
watching from his warm eyes I
do, steam swirling up, of the
sweet chunks of chicken, that flow
from your hand knowing yes in my
other life I was one of them to.
Please watch where you step today your line may
be shorter than you think.) it(s gone today bank in a blink...: ) it(s chicken the best of white meats..: )