Warning the Chicken - a poorly paced poem

My dear little chicken, don't stir the pot
If you get too close, you'll just get too hot
And when you get heated, well, you know what that means
It means you get grumpy, and nasty, and mean
So dear little chicken, don't stir the pot.

It sounds like you're angry
You get angry a lot
You think the world's against you
But really, it's not.

You make mountains out of molehills
Mud puddles from a spot
Dear little chicken, please don't stir the pot.

This pot has been brewing,
A long time me thinks
Much longer than you, or I've used our inks.

It's bigger than us, this pot on the fire
You can't control what it cooks - just admire
There's plenty of time and even some folks' lives
That make up the stew that that pot gives

And if you start a-stirring
that big cauldren pot
Well, things may start happening
And I fancy them not!

Those people's time, their strength and their stories
Their pasts, and their lives have no roofies or floories
Only that pot can contain that huge volume
and when you start stirring, it boils like a mushroom.

It boils and it bubbles
It splutters and splats
And you, my dear chicken
will get caught in all that.

The stuff in this pot, this wonderous brew,
Is bigger, and hotter, and stronger than you.

Don't mess with the pot
little chicken, please learn
When you play with this pot
Well, this pot's sure to burn.