Fools

Fools

A Poem by William Coad

Fools fooling around
making fools of fools they found.
Cannot wait and cannot wear
cannot think 'cause fools are there.

Wearing nothing but wearing time
feeling something that's called sublime.
Rolling around me as if I could stop
fooling around me, I wish I could stop.

Fools - fooling and faffing.
Waves - waving and crashing.
Dogs - dogged and tender.
Cars - parked fender to fender.

Sometimes lines and reasons just don't add up
I found a dog, said "come here little pup."

Foolishly made the decision
couldn't keep track of what they're missin'.

Pictures of faces with raggedy Ann hearts.
Pictures of places and their private parts.

Fools will always be fools.
And jokers will always be jokers.
But when the jokes on you,
then does that make you the joker,
or the joke?

© 2015 William Coad


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William Coad
William Coad

San Fransico, CA



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I am a writer. I have been one for some time and will continue to be one well into the future. I have been known to write for a variety of mediums- films, poetry, comics, books- but haven't really gon.. more..

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