Cockfight!
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my claim my right
in parliament
cockfight.
Clue!
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the sky lost blue
I have no clue
My barber on a bicycle looked solved
looked so content
Henpecked by his wife he used to go
to a cockfight every Sunday of the week
It was his only vice as far as I could tell
He cuts hair He shaves He gives a massage
I sit on his chair for a few minutes and watch
locks fall from my head The crown I wear before breakfast
Someone said I look like a soldier
This means war I suppose
but my barber just sits & waits
with an amused look on his face
sometimes wistful sometimes sad
sometimes worth a penny or more
or a pen so I write him down
as a record of his quiet dignity
like a boulder that glows
in the middle of the night