Watching You - John Watts

I’ve been WATCHING YOU

You’ve been watching me

Sixteen turkeys squashed together underground

Sixteen eyes preparing not to meet

Don’t you read his paper or he’ll shake the thing about

And never touch a woman with your feet

Don’t think I didn’t see.

I’ve been WATCHING YOU.

Everybody’s equal on the

moving

Stairs

The businessmen rub shoulders with the street, shifting for position to observe

the girl’s

Behind, it’s really not that hard to be discrete.

Don’t think I wouldn’t see.

I’ve been

WATCHING YOU.

A black man in a hurry stumbles into me and when I fall he offers

me

His hand.

A crowd of eyes has gathered looking morfified — there’s no united

nations in

This town.

Don’t think I didn’t see