"America! when will you send your eggs to India"? / Allen Ginsberg 

when I first read that line I ignored its plea.

but in the morning there it was lingering

on page 39 and me with my early morning urge

to commit a mortal sin and get away with it.

TV time:

God's sitting on the couch at "Fox and Friends"

with his mouth shut while they badmouth Chelsea Clinton.

as for me, my eggs are in the pail, still warm and ready to be

wiped clean from the backyard coop.

but christ! who knew India was hungry for our eggs?

certainly not me that's for sure.

well, at least it appears I know where my chickens are.