Rooster as metaphor, he seems sublime, subborn male ego, must be on top.

What a clever deception…though he wears a chastity belt
Under it all is the male pride and stubborn ego…
What do you say? Nothing…
The Cock of the Walk will reveal himself in time.
And when he does he frightens
Feathers fly…yours and mine
Since you are only a chick what to do with a prick?
Shut down and hide under the old hen house
An old female bird arrives; her feathers egg beaten
She has advice. Wait…then take flight from this hen house Prig
Las Vegas beckons with all it perks…Watch out though dear
Popeye’s fried chicken off route 77 has great allure
So what! I’d rather be eaten by happy children than poked to death by
that rooster’s limp mutton….
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