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
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Author:
Thomas J. Dooley (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is to all those who wear those red hats but don't know why.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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