Long ago, in a life left far behind, I loved chicken
Everything changed one fine day...
Upon coming to know of your oxymoronic existence,
My brain drowned in a sea of disbelief.
You were chasing my trust, I could foresee
I skirted around you, only making minimal eye contact
And then fleeing like a startled deer whenever I transgressed,
I dare not cross the invisible boundary line I had erected.
You represented a chance to regain fortitude.
Yet you exist in a paralleled world dichotomy.
Or perhaps an intersectional lunar cresent.
I researched the dusty tome of your benefactors,
The inheritance of your heirs and proteges
And the surplus of your civilsiation.
Satiated and foreshadowing no fracas,
I ventured into your unrecognized territory.
And then splurged deep into the unknown
You ingnited memories on my taste buds
Memories that I assumed to be shameful,
or portraying a treacherous betrayal.
But the morsels I took weren't of a persuasion abhorrent
They were of nostalgia from the traumatic era bygone
Now reclaimed as a missing treasure overflowing with bounty.
You are the epitome of perfection Frankenmeat,
You allow me to champion rival kingdoms
Now in a marriage of stasis.
Comments (1)
Hmm, interesting one.