What do you do with a cock?

I make sounds to attract it, chase it with a blanket, run and laugh, and trap it behind something so I can hold it like a football. Then I take that gorgeous thing somewhere where it can have a harem.

You stupidass green yuppies who think chickens will cure everything. What do you do when a chick grows into a cock? Do you really think there are enough “farms” out of the city limits who will take it? Chances are grim, you idealist fool. You cannot kill and eat what you raise, urban preppy, you just will not. So what then? You take it to the only rescue place that is too full and does not place chickens anyway? You take it to the mountains and leave it to it’s doom? You drop it somewhere where there is land and you think nobody will notice the cockadoodle in the mornings, so inevitably it becomes somebody else’s problem? How very irresponsible.

It’s okay though, right, cuz you think you’re entitled to help yourselves help the world. It ain’t helping. Abandoned cocks is only one problem caused by the ignorant bliss of urban chickens and you.

I hate you. I really do.