Attitude Chicken

Later on that evening when

I thought I'd had enough

I sat down in a restaurant and

Over powdered drugs

I ordered up some dew-soaked lettuce

Picked by virgin hands

Nestling on a bed of

Pearl encrusted clams

Well the waiter's name was Renee and

He told me how his aunt

Who had 47 children

And how they'd always planned

To grow the smallest vegetables in

All the kingdom's land

"They're poor," he said "but happy and

Well that's what really counts"

And every evening after

Their 20 hour day

They'd sleep content imagining

That restaurant far away

Where fat fucks in designer suits

Would order over deals

The smallest portions of these

Tiny morsels for their meals