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Hen House


It's a Hen House, wine bottles always flowing

About their ex-husbands, they are always moaning

It's a Hen House, you know when they start boozing

The ex-husbands will be cruising for a bruising

Bitter and jaded women getting drunk on a Saturday night

They are very angry with their ex-husbands, they just got into a fight

Fighting about all of that ailimony

It's bring your own booze, at the pizzeria restaurant, Tony's

It's a Hen House, wine bottles always flowing

About their ex-husbands, they are always moaning

It's Hen House, you know when they start boozing

The ex-husbands will be cruising for a bruising 

They will never leave their one-story town

Gossping about alumni who died and whose wives threw them out

Spreading nasty rumors about the classses best athlete

They are just spreading senseless gossip and being really mean

It's a Hen House, wine bottles are always flowing

About their ex-husbands, they are always moaning

It's a Hen House, you know when they start boozing

The ex-husbands will be cruising for a bruising

Talking nasty on social media about a local business owner

Who they didn't understand as kids but now they bash as they are older

He is not even on this social media platform to defend himself

These town community pages are a Hen House shitshow, much like everything else

It's a Hen House, wine bottles are always flowing

About their ex-husbands, they are always moaning

It's a Hen House, you know when they start boozing

The ex-husbands will be cruising for a bruising

There are so many dirty dishes in that kitchen sink

Add four more wine glasses after you all drink

There are always complaining about their horrible lives

If you had to spend an evening with them,  you would want to die

It's a Hen House, wine bottles are always flowing

About their ex-husbands, they are always moaning

It's a Hen House, you know when they start boozing

The ex-husbands will be cruising for a bruising

From Dying On The Inside
Copyright 2025 Resisting Distress Publishing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Paul Ryerson

I am a writer who writes poetry & plays. I have also written a short film & I created an animated series on You Tube. Included on Power Poetry are seventy poems from my five poetry collections, Rhymes With A Reason, Too Much Unwanted Noise, Broken and Burned Bridges, Dying On The Inside and Fool’s Gold and Fool’s Paradise

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PersonalThemeAbstract

Concrete autobiographical observation of specific local women and behaviors.

SparseMeasureDense

Dense packing of complaints, observations, gossip across compressed narrative scope.

DarkSentimentBright

Strongly negative: contempt, bitterness, mockery throughout; hostile tone dominant.

StillEnergyExplosive

High-intensity vocalization; angry, accusatory voice with sharp declarations.

MicroLengthEpic

Approximately 70+ lines; extended narrative form with substantial development.

PlainFigurativeOrnamented

Metaphor (Hen House) and some personification; mostly declarative/direct language.

LyricVoiceDramatic

Lyric judgment mixed with narrative observation; speaker judges from outside position.

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