He said, “son that’s no paintbrush,
it looks to be an ain’t-brush,
and with one of them you cain’t brush
without leaving a streaky mess.
“I’m showing some restraint-brush,
but son, I ain’t no saint-brush,
so I got this complaint-brush,
but you don’t care, I guess.”
Complain, complain into the night.
But finally I fixed it right.
--Rob Rohde-Szudy, May 2005