Working the Nightshift: (At B.C. Roger's chicken plantation)

28 the minnesota review Charlie R. Braxton Working the Nightshift (At B.C. Roger's chicken plantation) 3 O'clock monday evening just about the time when most of your working class brothers & sisters began to think about quitting you enter the plant dog tired from a long weekend of trying to forget last week's work and yesterday's bills (that are still overdue today) but the pungent smell of dead chickens instantly become bitter reminders that your cutting career at B.C. Roger is far from being over to think yesterday you were a high school/college graduate with big dreams of being a big man in a small town (your town) . . . but it aint your town and cutting stinking dead chickens really aint your kind of a job but it's the only job you got and thank god you got one (i aint and neither does the guy next door but B.C. Roger's chicken plant(ation) is hiring and firing new slaves to fill new slots left vacant by old slaves whose hands are bloody raw and tired of slaving for minimum wage while rich folks in Pinehurst eat: fried chicken, baked chicken, broiled chicken, chicken catchatori, chicken-alla-wendy, chicken-alla-king; Braxton 29 and poor folks eat: chicken necks, chicken gizzards, chicken stew (with no chicken), chicken backs say what?!! chicken butt!!! don't you wish all rich folks would turn into a plucked chicken and fly into a vat of hot grease and let us poor folks eat good for awhile ...