Witnesses

Witnesses get fed and pampered, not killed.
Witnesses know a great deal.

Witnesses will tell us all one day
One day – if they’re not gobbled up.
They’ll show us the place - the treasure-house - 
Where they’ve been hiding all our brides.

Witnesses will show us the path
And they’ll gather the codes to unlock
The place where Cinderellas swap slippers for boots
And unfaithful wives fake their orgasms.

We want so badly to believe them,
To raise them up, hold their hand
And not shake.  Click your fingers and check
That it’s ended: So grab him! Go on!

Witnesses get fed and pampered, not killed.
Witnesses know a great deal.

Witnesses get fed and pampered, not killed.
Witnesses know a great deal.