Life of a Subway chicken breast

» Return to the shell, the sandwich is sad

Joseph Astana
Contributor

 

1 began life like all breasts on the chick
I remember getting out of the shell and seeing
I was under the light of the incubator bulb

We grew up and dreamed of becoming big hens and roosters
Now, I’m sandwich meet in sad a Subway
It's gone downhill since I was a chick

CBC says I’m not real
After the factory, I haven't been sure myself
Awful things happened after I was separated from my body

Some of me got breaded

I don't know what happened after that
Some of my got sliced

I’ve been sad ever since

But the best of me’s at Subway

Come and take a bite
I'm past putting up a fight

I founded the breaded me

I’m the new chicken sandwich here

The sliced me got mixed up with other stuff
The call me turkey now

I began life on the chick
I wish I could go back to the shell
Life was better before the incubator bulb