Yep, there they are, spinning around

At the butcher‘s place, next to a medium busy crossing light

6 rows with on each 4 chickens

Producing that typically smell

They twirl

They fly round waiting their turn into a bag

How many turns?

How many times their ass and wings are showed off?

Is there someone counting anyway?

However I’m a not a strictly vegetarian

Buying one of those is never crossing my mind

So without the flavor

But that’s how I felt when I showed my profile over the weekend on a dating site

So as an exploration of an assessment

So as an accessible sample in the inquiry of a life purpose

Surely the attention was flattering

But after 2 days I was twirling on my own axis

My lifecycle wont fit into this given structure

I’m assured I prefer dancing my own pirouettes of being