acting master
Is to portray the henhouse
Upon learning that armageddon is nigh
The orders have been given, the
overrides countermanded
The missiles are flying
The holocaust is come
So the feathers flew as the actors flurried
from their roosts
Clucked about excitedly, pecked each
other to shreds
Hailed Chicken Little as a prophet, and
wished they'd listened
Only Brando remained motionless, sitting
stock still,saying nothing
Concentrating on the task of hatching eggs
"What the fuck do chickens know about
nuclear war?" reasoned he
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