H5N2

No chicken.
I am afraid there’s a poultry quarantine.
Hen pecked and dragged by their necks
through disinfectant, feathers matted
into a blonde and gold hazmat suit

clucks suitably fowl,
(gargled) when up to their wattles
in bleach and corn bile.

Birds can be replaced, but I’m a unique
one of seven billion.

Just swill it and serve my fucking
coq au vin, no imports.

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