TO BE OR NOT TO BE
that is the question.
Whether tis nobler to walk
on egg shells
or rather
to boldly strut
cock fierce.
To plant one foot in the hen house
and the other
at the foxes lair
exhibiting
super Gumby
flexibility
and strength.
Or to simply roost
in the nearest Mango tree
dreaming
of Iowa corn fields
sinewy stalks
crunchy kernels
liberally sprinkled
with red lipped white grubs.
And to fertilize
with flair
that extra special egg
the one
that stands out from the rest.
The good egg
that breaks the mold
that breaks wind
with a certain HEN NA SAIS QUOI!
That one egg
that exemplifies
everything
chicken.
That one egg
that the others
defer to
when things get
scrambled.
That one egg
that flies in the face of
adversity
and comes out
smelling
like a ham.
