my dad told me
that one time
he saw
a chicken
get its
head
cut off
with an axe
and the
headless
chicken
promptly
ran off
blood
spouting
from the
stump of
its neck
like some
geyser
in Hell.
sometimes
i wish
i’d been
raised
on a farm.
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| rural charm my dad told me that one time he saw a chicken get its head cut off with an axe and the headless chicken promptly ran off blood spouting from the stump of its neck like some geyser in Hell. sometimes i wish i’d been raised on a farm. |
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