Who wants to be a male chick

Fluffy thats me

male me too

born on an egg farm

not a good thing to do

sorted by women

very keen of eye

females in one box

males are piled high

ferment and fear

violence at the core

down a conveyor

no time to explore

frenzy and fury

violence and pain

a rumpus of anger

and a fearful refrain

into a dark space

great teeth revolve

the  problem of life

someone will solve

we do not lay eggs

males sadly born

in an egg laying business

to an infinite dawn

packed into plastic

and dumped so that we

can suffocate  in our thousands

And be gone,   quietly

 

 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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