A long hard day after work
All you wanted was a warm meal
Something easy
I hope that you can digest
Selfish, narcissistic fool
he did not let you rest
A fossil you found
Hollowed out on the stove
Nothing to pick at
It was his to behoove
Bones so exposed
You can see all the striations
Mother couldn't believe her eyes
The raging sensation
Yet I feel guilty
I know it is picked from the breast
The rosemary skin
White meat is the best
I was too young to understand
I fear you won't forgive me
If it were up to me now,
I give you my kidney
“Rotisserie Chicken” – By Kristen Giebler
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