PEARCHING ON POWERLINES by Tom Jensen
In the place I live
There’s two houses for every tree
And you know what?
It’s starting to get the better of me
Still all the people seem fine
It’s the birds that are the ones
Who are just biding their time
While perching on the power lines
I imagine that they still sing out loud
While watching people in the crowd
As they’re walking down the street
With blisters on their feet
From walking many a miles on the hot concrete
It ain’t no pretty scene
When it’s a sure bet
That if you want to see an animal
You have to buy a pet
The only spot you can go fishing
Is in your neighbor’s pool
But I suggest you bring a book
You can’t change a world like this by wishing
If you think you can then you’re a fool
I suggest you take a better look
When Lincoln, Washington and Franklin
Are the only names that ring a bell
It’s time to change the system
Before we blow it all to hell