Eggs

We are ignorant buggers
Us humans
Imagining chicken don’t think
They eat food that helps them
They peck in the wild
pecking in prison
All after a child

They lay eggs like crazy
It’s takes lots of strain
It’s their way of bringing
More family again
Extending the life force
Fighting the I’ll
Wanting some babies
Despite the chill

And what do we do
We collect all their eggs
Cart them away
Really it begs
The oracle actually
For what we do
Is sell them
We eat them
You know that is true

More and more dying
Every day
We eat like the clappers
The eggs that they lay
Omelettes and hard boiled and poached
Every style
Popped into our cakes
And chewed for a while

Eggs are their future
And what do we do
We crack them and scoff them
You folks it’s trueThe hens working overtime
Stressing them out
And we eat more and more
And we leave them in doubt.

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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