Chicken Poetry?

Little, The Chicken

Little was a chicken
who chose to fly the coop.
"I’ll not be some man’s breakfast,
sold for pennies-- dirty loot.
I’m off to see the world,
make my own way,
save my life..."

The other chicken’s only stared.

So Little, he flew
farther than chicken’s ever go.
A new world lay before him
but little did he know
the butcher’s axe he need not fear
for Little was a crow.

When There's No More Coffee?

As I sit here drinking my morning cup of java I think to myself, when the Earth stops spinning and everything drifts off into outer space there will be no coffee. Besides, how can I put my cup to my mouth while wearing a space suit?

Catch 22 Coffee

I get up in the morning, not unlike a lot of other people, in that I need a cup of coffee to wake me. But because I'm not fully awake I forget the coffee and never fully awaken until sometime after the coffee headache begins and I'm reminded I've not yet had my morning coffee.

Where's Freddy Fender Now?

Wasted daze and wasted knights...

On A Cleaner Note...

Dirty Word

Word, he was a dirty bird

who sang a dirty song,

slept in a dirty bed each night,

and made his nest all wrong.

A dirty bird was Dirty Word;

just to call his name was wrong,

and so it is, we don’t call, Word,

except to call him gone.

Don’t want no Dirty Word flying ‘round here.

Another Man's Treasure

I'll admit to being a bit of a junk collector. It comes from being poor and having to learn to make do. I've been so all my life. I make things from junk, works of art, airplanes, you know, the usual. And from time to time I find things of value in the trash I'm able to sell for a few extra dollars on E-bay, Craigslist and hopefully soon at our own online business, Wackemall.com, alongside the new items we sell there.

Yesterday I found hundreds of VHS movies, great titles, lots of action adventure, thrillers, blockbusters, you name it, all being thrown away at a house up the street. Almost a full pick-up truck load. I thought we could sell them. Then I looked closer to see they were filled with tiny cockroaches so I left them there and went home just 3 doors down.

 A few minutes later a guy in a car stopped, snagged them up as fast as he could fill his trunk, back seat and front passenger seat. I bet he got a surprise!

Do You Dare Stand Up To Them?

Chair Thieves

The chair thieves come,
“Is anyone sitting here?” they ask
as they carry another away.
I want to answer yes,
but no one is there.

I could say I’m expecting friends
but what if they don’t show?
I’m hoping you will be here soon
but really, I don’t know.
I guess it doesn’t matter now,
the deed’s already done.
I’m sitting all alone again;
again, the chair thieves come.

And again the chair thieves come.

Answers To A Centuries Old Question

The Chicken Or The Egg

“Which came first?” the people always say.
“Depends,” I always answer,
“on the time of day--
breakfast or dinner?”

Time Hailed the Wind

A poem by Neva Flores

On Washington Politicians

They're called elitist bastards and they come in two artificial flavors-- Democrat and Republican.