I Wanna Marry a Chicken

We have generally tried to steer clear of political and social issues here at The Skinny Island Post, except for an occasional aside, focusing instead on what was directly in front of us– lizards, starfish, waves, wacos on the beach– but a current national insanity, which chooses to focus on denying Love, the most fundamental element of the Universe, perhaps the very expression of God itself, has forced the editorial board to take a stand.  How’s that for a compound sentence.  You should try it.

To wit:  Our very own Feral Poet has a friend, whom, though not known to us personally, has a case we feel compelled to champion.  He is in love with a chicken, a chicken who loves him in return.  He wishes to marry this chicken, but, as you might expect, the state of Florida, and, in fact, the entire United States of America, frowns on such a union. It is illegal here, to marry a chicken, a goat, a dog, a cat, a parakeet, no matter the extent of expressed commitment, to say nothing of marrying one of one’s same sex.  We find this a fundamental abomination and denial of pursuit of happiness, especially in light of all the waste, lies and true inequity we endure: wars without end, starving children, shoddy education, incarceration for addiction, worship of greed.  We will start here.  We think an individual should be allowed, no, encouraged, to marry who or what he or she wants, be it man, woman, or chicken.  For better or worse, world without end, amen.  Bring it on, but I warn you.  I am something of a Biblical scholar, if that’s where you want to go, a Christian Lefty, if you will, so gimme chapter and verse.  There is nowhere to stand but this.  Let’s move to something substantive.  What possible harm could come from marrying a chicken?

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