COUSIN OF A KENNEDY by Tom Jensen
They found her in a delicate state
She said she had to tell them something
And that it couldn’t wait…
She said he was the type of man
Who’d lure you in with his seductive plan
And that he’s not the kinda guy that you’d like to meet
If it’s dark and you’re cold and you’re alone
walking the wrong way down a dead end street…
She said she looked at him with a face so frightful
But he just winked back with eyes delightful
Oh she knew just then what was gonna happen
He would get on and get off
She was just his pleasure pawn
He even handed her the phone
Told her if she called the cops
She’d be the one who would
get charged with entrapment
For sometimes justice can be fixed
As a misunderstanding or an overstatement or overreaction
With the fleas on sleeping dogs lies the compassion
It’s a disease that leaves no traces or rashes
Except a green face and to cure that a wage slave
Has to pay a pound a flesh plush fifty lashes
Sometimes when people disappear
They leave with questions that no one’s asking