disappear

I can’t believe it. They’re back. I’m driving along, had to swerve around some knocked over garbage pails, looked back to see what did it. Are those little dogs? What the fuuu… no! It’s fucking Chickens! Again with the fucking chicken?! And look at them. They’re staring back at me. Great, I live in a town crawling with gangs of punk poultry roaming the streets. And they’ve got an attitude too. Next thing you know, I’m going to wake up in the middle of the night with a bunch of them standing over me. If I disappear tomorrow, you know who did it. Maybe I should start wearing a bag of Shake and Bake around my neck.