POND

You muddy the waters with your uneducated mind.
Floating on top of the waters, you are just slime.
The water isn't deep when you got mud on your feet.
So much below got to know the diversity beneath

Pond
You want to be the big fish.

Soon to be fried on a dish.

You fell out of the eighth grade; all you learn was hate.
Your problems are the same as look for someone to blame
Don't even know who is making a fool of you.

So you blame the unfulfilled lies feeling you lose your mind.

Pond

Can't you see he maid you out to be a whore

Now look who is knocking at your door.

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2021.

WE HIDE

Hunger hides in the schools

Hunger hides in the uneducated

Hunger hides in a child's mind

 

Why should this be a political fight?

We are not asking for a feast, just a little something to eat.

 

Sadness hides in the home

Sadness hides in the room

Sadness hides in the man on the streets

 

Don't want to run in your circle anymore.

Want to take that straight line leave it all behind

 

Pain hides in the head

Pain hides in the lie

Pain hides in the woman's box

 

Change your name change your life game.

Want to remove this pain just to replace it with a different kind of pain

 

Ignorance hides in the tip of a pen

Ignorance hides in the words of a little girl

Ignorance hides in the toothless follower

 

Red hat, red mask dyed with the blood of the virus of millions 

Showing off how privilege you can be when it is only attention you need

 

Love hides behind newborn eyes.

Love hides in giving without a witness. 

Love hides in a kiss unconditional.

 

More than a touch more than activity

Life, designed to be free

 

Hope hides in a morel decision

Hope hides in the silences before the dawn

Hope hides in the gift shop of the Obama Center

 

The last few dollars on a losing lotto ticket

Has more hope than what a preacher asks for in faith

 

Peace hides within the mind; the questions of life are inside.

Peace hides in the silence of nature  

Peace hides in the forgiveness of oneself

 

The things we search for we hide

The meaning to these feelings we hide 

All that we hide has become a part of life.

 

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020

 

WET CHICKEN

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