Back in the yard

The louche naked man with the COCK mask feels the end approaching.  The chatter is increasing, the expectation pulpable.  It is inevitble that the time comes to stand up for your beliefs and freedoms even if you have only ever believed in live and let live.

The louche naked man with the COCK mask is ready with resignation, yet with commitment to being the best.  Quiet agression because this is inevitable, this is the way of the cock, this is the life of the cock.

The tannoy declares the moment: THE FIGHTING COCKS AND THE EAGLE IS NOW.

The louche naked man with the COCK mast is ready.

YAWN GREAT

Oh those fighting cocks, strike, thrust, thrash, strut

Once a tale the boys and the girls whispered in sworn secrecy

Size exaggerated by virtuous ignorance, enormous, grotesque

Colours guessed from scraps of old black and white magazines

Now in super high rez, fifteen second video formats

For your instant gratification, dissemination, degredation

The loser banished to dark holes while the winner struts the yard

Crow, baby, crow until EAGLE swoops, you are fucked

Oh fuck my dear winning cock, you are truly fucked

And now the yard belongs to the loser, the loser cock

What was it all for, my dear cock, what was it all?