Cocks. They're Everywhere.

Mostly, I see the poetry in things. And then I see the cocks in things. 

Here we have a most beautiful triptych. 

First, the little blue vase shows a man making all the gestures to a lady, who is completely smitten. (Okay, he's not making ALL the gestures, but you just know he's talking the talk.) How do you know she's smitten? Her ankles are out. That broad is totally putting out.

Second, we have the Giant Cock. The giant cock standing on a piece of wood. Mounted, on a piece of WOOD. There's a split in the wood. WOOD. Giant Eager Cock.

Third, we have the dirtly old man holding onto his tomatoes. There's some rod like corn in there, too. By the time your eye scans over this trio of unintentional artistic endeavor, you know what the old guy is asking. You KNOW it.

The only way to improve upon this art, is to paint his blue pants skin colour.

This is how I entertain myself in the Thrift Store.

Giant Cocks.

Grace.