chickens + eggs + smoking guns

I looked for rhyme in the
reason or a reason in the
rhyme. I asked the smoke for
an answer as the bullet it
entwined. I asked the chicken
for an egg and the egg for
a chick so I could grow
myself a chicken, understand
why I was thick... because the
rhyme in the reason was
beyond a soul like me, and
there's no reason for this
senseless rhyme called life,
that I can see. 

M P 25/4/21