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little fury bug
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it's falling, chicken little.
and it's coming after YOU.
you can run for cover, you can duck.
but it's no use, dear chicken little.
surely, you are fucked.
as a chick, you were good.
you said what you could.
you did everything that you were told.
you were never a rebel
but one day, came the devil
and with a tempting offer, your soul was sold.
you can hide in your coop
you can cling to a pole
but really, don't bother
the sky will swallow you whole
and now you must pay for your demise
your ass will be fried,
including your breast, wings, and thighs.
chicken little, my dear
don't act so surprised.
to the devil your soul you did sell
and now you're swimming in the giant grease vat of hell.
we'll miss you.
original recipe or extra crispy? I don't know but I think I'll have some cornbread on the side, please.
(an original by me.)
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