White House Rose
I wrote this satirical song back on April 22, 2011, after imagining what it would feel like to lose everything and march all the way to the White House lawn to reclaim a single rose. In the poem, I tie my belongings to the roof of my car, only to watch them sail into someone’s yard—and when I dare to retrieve them, I end up face-to-face with Secret Service and their dog. It’s a darkly humorous take on desperation and the absurdity of power—bruises and all—wrapped up in that single, stolen rose.
I tie my things down To the roof of my car I see it flying Into someone's yard
When I go to retrieve it I'm on the White House lawn Secret Service attacks me I get bit by their dog
~CHORUS~ Bite marks and blackened eyes, I don't want that kind of surprise. Bruises on my head and a bloody nose. I'll make sure to steal a White House rose. ~END CHORUS~
My farm is gone My livelihood in vain My children beg With a face of pain
But now who am I To those who care Just a shadow With a thin head of hair
~REPEAT CHORUS~
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