Jandek

Message To The Clerk, Pt.1

Jandek


First I came to see the doctor, told him I was unemployed
Asked me what I did for money, told him I was overjoyed 
To reach into the basket, and take a bunch of dimes 
Drop them for the paper riddled with my rhymes 
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work 
Then I came to see the priest, said I knew God was alive 
He looked at me quite solemn, said “Son don't give me that jive” 
I reached into my pocket, pulled out .45 
Said “Priest I got your number, and this here ain't no jive” 
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work

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