What do I do with all these chickens?

I'm keeping the chickens I make
Not for them, but for my own sake
If I let them free
They'd attack me
My only defence is this rake

Dreaming of cooler powers 1

The day manifestations began
I developed a craving for ham,
raw meat and black pud,
and things caught in the wood.
It seems I'm becoming Wolfman.

Broken Yolk

My name is Deci-eggs-imate,
One that people are starting to hate.
On a touch one in ten,
Are turned into hens,
A sad and statistical fate.