The thing about me is
that there are a whole lot of things about me:
I’m bald and gray
and unemployed and I write
maybe a bit too much
but what else am I gonna do with all this time
available to me?

I have more clothes than I need
but they all seem kinda the same
so I don’t seem like a clothes horse at all.
I’m cheap as a bird
and though I own a little Coltrane,
I’m not a big fan of Jazz.

I spent a lot of time in AntiFolk circles,
even though most people refer to them as antifolk circles
which makes more sense when you spell it than when you say it.

Even then, though, the difference is minor.

I like minors a bunch,
because they’re easier to socialize with
but after seven or so,
the bloom is off the rose
and they get too cool for school,
so screw those kids

(don’t actually screw those kids.
That would be wrong).

There are a lot more things about me
but they become decreasingly interesting

at this point – and since we weren’t exactly
burning up the charts at this point –
it’s probably time to drop off.