Fowl Society

They eat and fuck and clack and cluck and live inside their zones
They strut and fluff and act real tough, like dogs fighting over a bone
Like kittens and tits they fight for their bits like there’s not enough to share
And when it’s done you better run if the hand that feeds is bare
They’ll peck your fingers and your toes, that’s how the story always goes
Right or wrong, foul or fair the rooster always gets his share
Dependant on authority…lost their way, don’t know how to be free
So they’ll sharpen their beaks just to make you bleed
Cuz you’re the only one they see sitting on the throne.