When I fed the chickens their eggs
I didn’t know it would make them
stop laying eggs, but thought I was
replenishing their depleted calcium.
So happily, they gobbled the yolks
drank the albumen, made short work
of shattered shells and membranes.
When my country fed its people
their young, it knew it would make
them produce more, replenishing
the depleted supply of mercenaries.
So happily, they held hands to heart
sang songs and scrambled to work
making short work of their lives.