doing part-time buggy whip repair and odd-jobs –
sometimes they just need you to shave and paint and milk
every last turkey that they got on the farm.
Though of course my first love will always be
the way I hope to make a name for myself:
selling high-deductible dishwasher insurance
door-to-door all up and down the Gulf Coast..
And I've had a hard time getting my message out,
playing quietly at the Orangutans' School for the Deaf.
I'm just not like Trey Anastasio – my anti-anti-stagefright
can choke me damn down near death.
You think I'm crazy, but your necktie's a weapon for
every enemy that you make and find;
and in these pants I can easily move and survive
at least a day or two, left outside.
One last thing – every asshole that calls me
or some girl a "free spirit" is damned:
the direct implication of your tone is that you're not,
and when you speak those words your brain hears them.
So if it is all the same to you, or not
(like I care), I think I'll be on my way –
there's an arguably alcoholic old racehorse
named Stewball up for auction today…
—I just love these odd jobs, that's how I do.
