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Tastes Like Chicken

I was that kid
in geometry class
dreaming ancient condors
that could’ve eaten
the California kind for lunch
or staring out the school-bus window
keeping pace with Titanis
the 7-foot terror bird
which would down any bully
(I’m looking at you, Steve)
in just a few bites
too bad the last succumbed
to climate change or whatever
before human bullies
came along