WHITE EYES by Tom Jensen
Some people’s word it ain’t
what it used to be…
Oh no
Suddenly that’s become
crystal clear to me…
Well, how so?
The new party line is don’t lie…
Until you see
the whites of their eyes
But when you do…
cry, wolf, cry
Then duck the shoes
as they come flying by
We’ll build you a corporation
A wall behind
which you can hide
Just a little tax-free shelter
To keep your stolen money
Neatly stacked, safe, warm and dry
While somewhere people are suffering
In fact, there are still some right outside
They were tapping at your window
Remember when you asked me draw the blinds?
Oh, did you forget about them already?
I’m so sorry to refresh your mind