Comments on: Black Crow, White Swan & Pink Flamingo …. (another poem)

By: fullbodytransplant

fullbodytransplant — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 18:52:13 +0000

Chicken with leg, or chicken with neck
You are what you eat, so say what the heck
We straight up gobblin’ all night long
Feathers popping out my tight little thong
Gizzards and livers and hot wishbones
Wings clutching tight to our cellular phones
Ghetto fowl, struttin’ that stuff
Chicken Nuggets no sauce, you can’t get enough

C replies: … yeehaw … hummmm-ingbirdie ?

By: fullbodytransplant

fullbodytransplant — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 14:36:01 +0000

Pop stand pout perfects the pose?
That poem makes me wanna spit rhymes, dog. Seriously.

C replies: DO IT. Language IS alive .
Add a verse. Go on, DARE ya. Pick a fowl first … chicken ?

By: marshgrass

marshgrass — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 05:41:04 +0000

I saw Mud there.
Jd

C replies: Yup, ya did jd.
Scrawny crow, exquisite swan and flaming flamingos – all of ‘em NEEDS mud …