Four fighting cocks
gossiping, which one of them
is the best fighter,
the champion, the greatest
of gossipers, beaten only
by the farmer,
and his stick, that stink
of discipline, the indestructible
force, clashing with
an immovable object,
these chickens, like
the religious fanatics,
are ironically hopeless.
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