Check Out This Original Poem I Wrote

Flaptoast
You can keep your tendies and sauces

Tonight it's fresh off the wing
writhing and crunchy
and tearing holes in the bread with its final struggle

You thank the bird eye to eye
before the incisors snip the hollow neck
but only if you bear down like you mean it

This night is like no other

No you cannot connect to my speaker
we're not listening to your shit

Stop talking about Costa Rica
you were boring when you went to Costa Rica
and you were boring when you got back

The stars have moved again over the patio
and you're still sitting there
with your warbler on Sara Lee ready to go 
like you don't even know how to party

Bitch
I just made you flaptoast