Eating Fried Chicken
Jacob Wright
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.
About the poem
Why I picked the poem
Purple Haze - Jimi Hendrix
Lately things just don't seem the same
Actin' funny, but I don't know why
Excuse me while I kiss the sky
Purple haze all around
Don't know if I'm comin' up or down
Am I happy or in misery?
Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me
Help me
Help me
I don't know
Yeah! Purple haze all in my eyes
Don't know if it's day or night
You got me blowin', blowin' my mind
Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?
Oh!
Help me!
Ah, yeah! Purple haze
I don't know
Tell me
Tell me
(Purple haaaaaze)
(Purple haaaaaze)
Blowin' my mind
My poem
Covering my ears to all around
I don't have to see those hurt around me
I don't have to worry about those with less
I must seem greedy to those outside
But I just don't want to be hurt
in reality though, I'm missing out
I could experience the joy of helping others
but i'm to busy, worrying about myself