you with the jaundiced eyes, drunk on your own reflection  propped up wiht desks and flags, 8 chairs short of  perfection  lines drawn here, there and everywhere  none of your own volition  unrecognized you pace you shadow  stripped of all your definition  scour the house, flip the wig,  shake the tree, until your whereabouts are known to me  you've been abused and cheated,  shat on you're beyond defeated  those who rise stand in your name,  then treat you roughly once they're seated  your pen in one, their sword in the other  satisfied the blessing is given  in god they trust only their way one way  afraid of the other isms  scour the house, flip the wig,  shake the tree, until your whereabouts are known to me  the grass is always greener  under western skies  but your Norman Rockwell nation  is being choked by weeds and vines  look here the old grey mare  she ain't what she used to be  look here the old grey mayor  he's all he's cracked up to be  scour the house, flip the wig,  shake the tree, until your whereabouts are known to me