On Being Taken Down A Peg (2000)

When forest fires burn your table legs
And you vacuum up a rock slide every day
And you are the name that follows hurricane
And the sound of keys are enough to make you say,
'I rattle my cups on topless bars.'

Exiled by your image, imprisoned by remembrance
And scars are not the badges they once were
And you cannot break your sword upon the rug
And you think and shudder as you shave your fur,
'I work my body like I work on cars.'

You wrestle your demons just for fun
But they are demons nonetheless
they hold you from all that you would affirm
They subvert you from your yes

When tidal waves splash on your bathroom floor
And you brush a steaming banquet from your mouth
And your knave says, 'Dress yourself I'm not your slave'
And your fork is scraping glaciers to the south
You say, 'I've seen a kingdom fall.'

Shaken to a stillness, stirred without a spoon
And you squeeze a cloud to quench your raging thirst
And you are the same who dropped your pants in Boston
You're the kind who scores wile leading off of first
You say, 'I didn't know I'd hit the ball.'