The Chickens Poem by Hugh Jass

The Chickens

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Why are there white chickens?
Next to the wheelbarrow
They serve no purpose
Unlike bone marrow

They obviously smoke weed
What are they thinking
They act out of greed
And there they are drinking

And now they're drunk and high

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