Fuck you Chicken Cottage

Oh thou succulent, breaded temptress

You haunt my dreams

Greasy golden goddess

With breasts

A siren singing, your scent your song

Luring me on to the submerged rocks of obesity, heart disease and bad skin

I seek safety in the sand instead

Be gone cruel imitation

You have no power over me

You ain’t the Colonel

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