Sickening Chickening
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

When my tie gets up
I feel tied down
Downed by my limits
Strapped to the ground

With my suit nice and fluffy
I feel chucked down
Chicken claws a bit stuffy
I'll be around buff and round

When my eyes light up
I feel a bit strange
My head is big and swollen
My future out of range

But it's not until I cluck
That I feel fully deranged
When all the hope just goes
And jumps from the plane

Without a parachute