Chicken wings,
Swing like songs that sling,
Lips quiver,
Dipped in dreams wet,
That last soul shall sing.
Chicken wings,
You call i weak,
You say i pants talk,
I color i ego with ashes,
I dash to the place that makes i meek,
Only to be called mind sick.
Chicken wings,
Call i a man,
I think not with i mansense,
Call i a dog,
I sniff not the sentiment you give off,
I am merely that loin that will birth the next generation.
Chicken wings,
I flap i wings,
You judge i for i wrongs,
I speak of the saint,
Caste the first stone,
For you are made of clay,
And i am the chicken wing,
That tomorrow will give you a ring.
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