farming

Confined to an eggshell
Boiled hard in the harsh environment
I crack!!!
To leave my shell leaves me open to hungry predators
The salty stalkers and fire starters
The driving force behind my hardness
Hawking hands streaking for my yoke
So scantily clad in its milky white purity
The tasty target of all scavengers
Feeding off the flavor of sweetness
Basted bitter with desire
A clear-cut case of confusing the chicken
With the egg