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Chickens (Free verse) by rnuk When I was four
we had some chickens.
They lived in a coop at
the bottom of the garden.
Eventually they
had come to realise
we were cooking, or worse,
selling their unborn babies
so they started to peck at and smash
the eggs before we could come and get them
so we had them killed.
This is how I learnt about Marxism.
Up the ladder:
Decay
Down the ladder:
Good Riddance
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mindsigns @ 152.163.100.65
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9-Aug-06/8:11 AM
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Brilliant, simple and to the point. The ending is classic. Now I know about Marxism. Thanks.
Cool poem and idea. Looking out for more.
Dang Commy chickens.
This is incredible, I absolutely adore it!
Interesting, although a faulty analogy with Marxism. I would have thought the poem fitted Capitalism better.
It's capitalism from a Marxist view point, ie. should the workers (who are the means of production) revolt against the autocrats in power (those who distribute products and "reward" the workers), they will be crushed. Still, thanks though.
That's as clear as mud, then.
Stupid trite trash. 0/10
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