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Monday, 28 July 2014

Addicted To Chicken

When I visit schools, especially secondary and older primary, the kids often profess their love, sometimes their undying love, for chicken. Indeed, one school I visited banned their students from visiting the local chicken shop, such was their rowdiness in their pursuit of the good stuff. With this in mind, I read an article in the paper the other day about how children are quite literally becoming addicted, physically addicted, to chicken. Now there is no possible world in which I pass this up as an opportunity for a poem. Thus, please find below a new piece, 'Addicted To Chicken'. I am posting it here rather than on my website because I'm not really sure how well it sits on the page. It is certainly intended primarily as a comic performance piece, perhaps even a rap. At any rate, I hope y'all enjoy!

Addicted To Chicken

Squawk! Squawk!
I’m addicted to chicken!
Squawk! Squawk!
I’m addicted to chicken!
Squawk! Squawk!
I'm addicted to chicken!

My brow starts sweating and pulse starts to quicken

Nobody knows the pleasure I feel
At the thought of a greasy fried chicken meal
I pass the chicken shop and my heart skips a beat
I'll eat the freaky creature from the beak to the feet
I’ll slurp the luscious legs and the wicked, wicked wing
For chicken is my life, it’s my everything, coz

Squawk! Squawk!
I’m addicted to chicken!
Squawk! Squawk!
I’m addicted to chicken!
Squawk! Squawk!
I'm addicted to chicken!

My teeth are chewin’ and my tongue is lickin’

I’ll have it with some coke and I’ll have it with some chips
I’ll have it with some sauce that oozes and drips
I’ll have it with my friends, they’re as crazy as me
And we’ll have a little party at KFC
So listen to me now as I spread my wicked word
There’s nothing I won’t do for a bit of battered bird, coz

Squawk! Squawk!
I’m addicted to chicken!
Squawk! Squawk!
I’m addicted to chicken!
Squawk! Squawk!
I'm addicted to chicken!

My chin starts to double and my waist starts to thicken

When I see a chicken burger I really wanna hug it
My brain is turning into a giant chicken nugget
I’m gonna move my bed down to the chicken shop
So even when I go to sleep I won’t have to stop
I’m gonna swap my clothes for a piece of chicken skin
Get a funnel for my mouth to drop the chicken in
In fact I’ll hook a drip right up to my veins
For the chicken lickin’ life’s got me goin’ insane, coz

Squawk! Squawk!
I’m addicted to chicken!
Squawk! Squawk!
I’m addicted to chicken!
Squawk! Squawk!
I’m addicted to chicken!

Squawk! Squawk!
I’m addicted to CHICKEN!  

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