Eating Fried Chicken

Written by Linh Dinh presented by Jimmy Reimer

Poem text:

I hate to admit this, brother, but there are times

When I’m eating fried chicken

When I think about nothing else but eating fried chicken,

When I utterly forget about my family, honor and country,

The various blood debts you owe me,

My past humiliations and my future crimes—

Everything, in short, but the crispy skin on my fried chicken.

But I’m not altogether evil, there are also times

When I will refuse to lick or swallow anything

That’s not generally available to mankind.

(Which is, when you think about it, absolutely nothing at all.)

And no doubt that’s why apples can cause riots,

And meat brings humiliation,

And each gasp of air

Will fill one’s lungs with gun powder and smoke.

Poem main idea:

The main idea, behind Eating Fried Chicken, is about a guy who used to be in a war. He ends up finding relief or a distraction from the past. And he does this in the little things like eating fried chicken.

Why I chose this poem

I chose this poem because it sounded sounded interesting, and different then your normal poem. Plus, it was about fried chicken. At first it seemed like a light hearted poem, but I did some research on it and he wrote it after he came back from the Vietnamese war.

My poem

Take joy in the little things in life

They take you away from everyday strife

It's soothing you'll soon see

Try it you have the audacity

Things like a springtime sunrise

To someone giving you a donut surprise

You'll find yourself in more cheer

And more efficient then your fellow peer

Especially helpful if you have a moody wife

Therefore, take joy in the simple things in life

Song lyrics

You know I like my chicken fried

And cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio on


Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia Pine

And that's home you know

Sweet tea, pecan pie, and homemade wine

Where the peaches grow

And my house it's not much to talk about

But it's filled with love that's grown in southern ground


And a little bit of chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio on

I love to see the sun rise

See the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love


It's funny how it's the little things in life that mean the most

Not where you live, what you drive or the price tag on your clothes

There's no dollar sign on a peace of mind, this I've come to know

So if you agree, have a drink with me,

Raise you glasses for a toast


To a little bit of chicken fried

And cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio on

I love to see the sun rise

See the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love


I thank god for my life

And for the stars and stripes

May freedom forever fly, let it ring.

Salute the ones who died

The ones that give their lives

So we don't have to sacrifice

All the things we love


Like our chicken fried

And cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio on

I love to see the sun rise

See the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love


Get a little chicken fried

And cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio on

I love to see the sun rise

See the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love