{"id":152,"date":"2013-11-28T10:58:02","date_gmt":"2013-11-28T15:58:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=152"},"modified":"2013-11-28T10:58:09","modified_gmt":"2013-11-28T15:58:09","slug":"scavenger-protege","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=152","title":{"rendered":"Scavenger Protege"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m going to buy some chickens<br \/>\ndown in Chinatown.<br \/>\nOn Kneeland Street, you hear them bleat,<br \/>\ntheir entrails on the ground.<br \/>\nThey&#8217;re disemboweled daily.<br \/>\nThe pigeons have a feast.<br \/>\nIt seems an end, alas, my friend,<br \/>\ntoo foul for even beast.<br \/>\nBut people need their chicken,<br \/>\nlike people need their bread.<br \/>\nWhen I buy two, old Mister Woo<br \/>\nsays, &quot;With or without head?&quot;<br \/>\nHe&#8217;ll chop those heads off for you,<br \/>\nbut I still take them home.<br \/>\nI decorate faux reprobate,<br \/>\nin early chickendome.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/Duck.jpg\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-153\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/Duck.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"duck-jpg\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-153\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m going to buy some chickens down in Chinatown. On Kneeland Street, you hear them bleat, their entrails on the ground. They&#8217;re disemboweled daily. The pigeons have a feast. It seems an end, alas, my &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=152\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[16],"tags":[3,4],"class_list":["post-152","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem-2","tag-poem","tag-poetry-2"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":623,"url":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=623","url_meta":{"origin":152,"position":0},"title":"Uncle Sham","author":"Rick Young","date":"December 20, 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"Uncle Sham pulled nickels from my ear. Always smelled of cigarettes and beer. 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