"What came first?" said the Chicken to the Egg.
"Me or You?"
... The egg just stared as often eggs do,
and no matter the time the chicken spent
and no matter the wait... nothing came back.
The Chicken dis-pleased with the response recieved began to knock the egg's good name.
"Why don't you ever respond?"
"Why do you not reply?"
and yet the egg stood by,
stood dry amongst the questions from the brownish bird who flies.
Many days passed as many weeks passed
and still no reply came about.
Finally the Chicken cracked...
"If you won't answer me then you must not be here!"
and once more...
"If you will not notice me then YOU MUST NOT BE HERE!"
Spluttering from Anger, the chicken turned his back,
and made it his daily business to attack...
"This egg is not real, so keep on walking by...
This egg is a fake, I'm sure it is a lie!"
And so the Chicken died in the spot where he had stayed
for all those years he'd shouted
all those months
those weeks
those days...
It's sad to look upon this as I'm sure you are aware,
Just because eggs do not talk back...
... does not mean they don't care.
I would like to know what effect/affect this poem had on you...
Comments
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Epic
Dude I love this, I really get a sense of the bigger picture if you know what I mean

