Chicken of Doom

Chicken of Doom

The line is lost in time

Ready to be called a crime

Solved like slime

In a little tin jar

But you don't know 

How far you have to run

You can't pun your way out of this one

The truth is told

Paths are clear

It shouldn't take

More than a year

Or a life

Deep cuts of a knife

Look at every useful body

Maybe then you'll see

There's no useful bits for free

Just trash

To be discarded

Broken-hearted

Bits of

Everything overlooked

And under-cooked

Like the chicken that was promised

But never delivered upon

So as anticipation

Pulls into the station

A hesitation fills the room

Can the chicken ever be done

Or was this life just doomed?