Doubting Thomas is what he was called
For he never trusted what others said
He forever complained of how others did things
As nothing could penetrate his thick fat head
He complained and moaned about everything
No matter how good or excellent it was
He turned waitresses into babbling masses
And made salespeople begin to cuss
He didn’t care what they said about him
He disregarded anything that burned his ears
He preferred to denigrate everyone around him
And gained satisfaction by turning smiles to tears
But poor Thomas should have known things change
Because when one day as he choked on an apple seed
Those around him doubted he could be dying
To late to learn being believed was a basic human need
