Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Contemplation


How many roads must one chicken cross?
How many chickens must bear their life’s loss?
I wonder why chicken try
To cross the road only to die
I wonder why that chicken stood
In a confused and befuddled mood
As I drove over him/her and thought of food
Don’t cry for the de-feathered dude
That did not die, but he/she thought it rude
To be left in the middle of the road in the nude…
How many roads must one chicken cross?
How many chickens must bear their life’s loss?

The chicken was a disciple of Rajneesh the Osho
Whenever it could see a road it would say No!
No, for I cannot cross, I would transcend
My earthly habits I must resign and mend!
And the Godfather was negotiating a truce
He made her an offer she couldn't refuse
And the chicken crossed the highway at noon
They picked her up with a fork and spoon
But still I would not get my answer, dude, why
A chicken must cross the road, if only to die
How many roads must one chicken cross?
How many chicken must bear their life’s loss?

The answer is not blowing in the wind,
It seems chicken are born with a genetic kink
The spirit of adventure in roosters and hen
Would lead them across the road now and then
The chicken was female and obviously interpreted
The pole on which the cross sign was erected
As a phallic symbol of which she was envious
But to herself, the point was never obvious
That when one is afraid to do something
One may be called chicken shit and sing
If they don’t do nothing to cross the road
Chickened out, someone will goad!
How many roads must one chicken cross?
How many chickens must bear their life’s loss?

It is the Mother of all Chickens that cries
Whenever a road-crossing chicken dies
In pursuit of happiness on the other side
And scaring the trucker, on the road bona fide
I envision a world where all chickens will be free
Or not too cross when a truck they see
Without having their motives scrutinized
By humans on daily duties and or whims and wiles
That place them on speeding automobiles
That Leda sometimes would ask of Zeus
Don’t dress as a chicken it is of no use
Mortals have the power to kill chickens
And you, if you masquerade in your nonsense
How many roads must one chicken cross?
How many chicken must bear their life’s loss?

The other side is just as dull as this one
Don't talk to me about chickens. Not done!
If it was a historical inevitability chicken
That know not to cross the road when
Will not return, even if driven by economic necessity
They would certainly be martyred. A pity
The chicken that cross the road must know
For that one crossing, there is an equal and opposite
Crossing of merciless sixteen wheeler fleet
That may not stop. National Security was at stake
Who gives a fuck about a fucking chicken, for God’s sake
It is not a necessity at all, there already was a chicken
On the other side of the road, born of a different hen
How many roads must one chicken cross?
How many chickens must bear their life’s loss?

I wonder and muse, why a chicken has to cross
Why can’t it fly, why does it not try a horse
The Newtonian dictum Chickens at rest tend to stay at rest
Chickens that do cross the road, are never cooked at best
It was a government conspiracy that built the highway
Such that hapless chicken would die straightaway
But why would chicken cross the concrete lane
Is a puzzle to drive all awfully insane,
And why we are at it, Bob Dylan sings
Of chicken dying on highways sans wings
How many roads must one chicken cross?
How many chickens must bear their life’s loss?

Sir, for as long as I have, had you known the chicken,
You would not so readily enquire, but abstain
And feel rather the need to resist such a public display
Of your own lamentable and incorrigible ignorance everyday
The chicken that crossed the road is not the eternal chicken
Many a thinker and poet has gnashed and wrecked his pen
Star trekking may be, to boldly go where no chicken has gone before
Those who cluck do not know. Those who know do not cluck sure…
I did not have improper sexual relations with the chicken
I was asleep, when she crossed the road at ten
How many roads must one chicken cross?
How many chickens must bear their life’s loss?

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