Clean left him poor his
whole life. I told him to stop ironing his cars, that those wrinkles
were tread. Well he told me all wrinkles come from treading my man
& home is wherever your sweat is from fun. He liked using air
quotes even while typing so he never got 1 editing job. He hated cars
that were all drive & no parking. He said scissors pray to the mob.
Which mob I never knew but one thing was for sure. The rest of the
things went to mystery & whatever lung sucking thing that's out
that door. I called him a hero but he said he just row down the shore.
I made a million boxes out of eagles & they never told me what for.
And I've got a fire in my eye. I keep tryin' by cryin' to put it out.
But no matter how much I scream, shout, & pout it never goes out.
So I took my fillet to the canyon & knocked the hall right out. So
now no one doubts me because they've heard all about me & I don't
wear chalk. I hear that chalk helps you talk but I don't want to walk
or talk, just balk, balk, balk. Then balk at balking.
Inspired by Captain Beefheart