Wet Chicken Poem by Thomas Dooley

The teacher warned me about you

Your just another cackling fool

The smell of you is just not cool



Wet chicken

Not enough sense to get out of the rain

Wet chicken

Always looking for someone to blame



Sitting on your stoop not minding what you do

So privileged sitting above everybody

If told to, you would eat the president's poop



Wet chicken

Not enough sense you got no shame

Wet chicken

Living in lire's cage, you gave your freedom away



Farmer Don whoring you out just for scrambled eggs

Taken advantage of one day will cost you thigh and a leg

You will be the Kentucky fried fool to the winning team he will serve you



Wet chicken

Strutting with nothing to do

Wet chicken

A FOX will make a fool of you and eat you





©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2019