WELL ORGANIZED by Tom Jensen
He’s quite a tall-tale teller
A dark-haired handsome feller
He wears all black but never leather
He’s so afraid to be a cellar dweller
Just another blind man’s Helen Keller
He thinks he’s so clever
Believing everyone and everything
Can all live forever…together…however…
You and I know both know
That we can go whenever
For any reason whatsoever
As our only true treasure
Is finding love in this endeavor
Stocked full of both pain and pleasure
And then we’ll end up wherever
He never lends but always borrows
Likes to play pretend never shows his sorrows
Never makes amends just keeps saying tomorrow
So it comes as no coincidence that all his promises are hollow
But he has got no real defense
When he says we can’t see the forest for the trees
He’s always caught up in suspense
Naïve blindness is his disease
Or perhaps he just might be slow
And that’s why he doesn’t make much sense
Seems he surely won’t make change
Seing him standing with his crutch is such a shame
There’s just so much that he doesn’t want to know