The bus stopped and I looked out of the window and saw this guy. He had a smug smile and was checking himself out in his reflection in a shop window. He checked his hair. Touched it here and there.
What a cock, I thought, what a vain cock. What a cocktastic cock of cocks.
But he had dwarfism. He was a dwarf. So I felt bad.
Shame on me for thinking that, I thought, I'm the cock. I can't criticise a dwarf. I mean his hair is the least of his troubles, I should be admiring his fortitude living in a society that venerates chimerical physical perfection.
But then I thought, Wait a minute, a cock is a cock, regardless of his condition. Or his race or religion or whatever. No excuse. No guilt trips.
He's a cock. He's a big cock even.
Then a girl turned up. They kissed. He just wanted to be smart for her.
I was such a cock.
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