2 poems by 2 poets

solitary walker by ethan emerson "grandpa" sternwall i lived my life and it is coming to an end i never had an enemy i never had a friend no one ever cared what i thought of this or that i walked the roads alone and never wore a hat i walked in the sunshine i walked in the rain men viewed me with suspicion and women with disdain the world will no more notice than it did when i was born when my number has been called and my ticket has been torn

chicken by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy" the chicken sandwich you ate today was once a living creature and walked in the sunlight examining reality’s features how it loved to see the sky as it awoke to each new day now it rests on a sesame seed bun because that is humans’ way