The Godfather=s Ode to Chicken

I am I, Don Vito,
Godfather of the Corleone Family.
Pizza, pasta, cheese and lobstah,
But no, those are not for me.
I may be a full blooded Italian man,
Tough, insensitive, manly and honorable.
But I=ve lived in America too long.
You see, what I want, is chicken.
Chicken for me! Pollo per me!
I=m straight-jacket; I live for omerta,
But one morsel just weakens my knees.
My father would shake his head in disapproval
If he saw my longing for an American food.
My eldest son would frown with distaste
As I bite into a juicy wing.
But no problem, they=re both dead;
They were both brutally murdered.
All day I worry about duties that come with my career,
Killing, ordering, arranging and more.
But when I bite into a piece of chicken
All troubles disappear, float away aimlessly; leaving no trace behind.
I=m left with a purely ecstatic feeling
That no plate of spaghetti can bring.
Chicken is my love, no matter what form.
I=ll love it forever and ever and more.