by Brian Birgen
I never met Brian Birgen. I guess he was from before my time. I never saw a performance of this piece, though I have been assured that such occurred.
Nuclear Chickens on my kitchen table,
I'd like to eat, but I'm not able;
They're killing me, they're killing you,
I want to blame someone, but I don't know who;
They're putting poison into the sky,
trying to sell us something before we die;
They've saved the whales, they've saved the lemmings,
What's wrong with saving a few human beings?
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