Splendid Isolation
I'm locking myself into an undisclosed Central Valley Hotel Room until Sunday. I'll be out of contact.
posted by Whim @ 9:05 AM
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
About Me
- Name: Whim
- Location: Albany-Mentor, California-Kansas, United States
I'm a writer. My first book, Edges of Bounty: Adventures in the Edible Valley was published last year by Heyday Books. I have many projects in the works.
Previous Posts
- You've Been a Good Old Wagon, But You Done Broke Down
- You have not said too much
- I hate California
- Volta
- Overheard in My Head
- Red Cat 'Till I Die
- Nah. You don't know Hank Williams like I did.
- Greatnesse a period hath, but hath no station.
- The Swedes eat them with dill
- Hedgehog Recipes
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While I enjoy the refence, may I suggest or, as you will not get this in time, hope that you do not follow other examples set by Mr. Zevon. He is "Mr. Bad Example!"
I started as an alter boy, working at the church
Learning all my holy moves, doing some research
Which led me to a cash box, labeled "Children's Fund"
I'd leave the change, and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund
I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store
Laying tackless stripping, and housewives by the score
I loaded up their furniture, and took it to Spokane
And auctioned off every last naugahyde divan
I'm very well aquainted with the seven deadly sins
I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in
I'm proud to be a glutton, and I don't have time for sloth
I'm greedy, and I'm angry, and I don't care who I cross
I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred, and go down in infamy
Of course I went to law school and took a law degree
And counseled all my clients to plead insanity
Then worked in hair replacement, swindling the bald
Where very few are chosen, and fewer still are called
Then on to Monte Carlo to play chemin de fer
I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair
I put my last few francs down on a prostitute
Who took me up to her room to perform the flag salute
Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig
And headed for the airport and the midnight flight, you dig?
And fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide
Looking through the want ads sipping Fosters in the shade
I opened up an agency somewhere down the line
To hire aboriginals to work the opal mines
But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut
And whisked away their workman's comp and pauperized the lot
I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred and go down in infamy
I bought a first class ticket on Malaysian Air
And landed in Sri Lanka none the worse for wear
I'm thinking of retiring from all my dirty deals
I'll see you in the next life, wake me up for meals
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