Outside Now (Act II, Scene Fourteen)

Joe:
(somewhat exhausted)
These executives
have plooked the
fuck out of me
And there’s still a long time to go before I’ve
Paid my debt
to society
And all I ever really wanted to do was
Play the guitar ‘n’ bend the string like
Reent-toont-teent-toont-teenooneenoonee
I’ve got it
I’ll be sullen
and withdrawn
I’ll dwindle off into
the twilight realm
Of my own
secret thoughts
I’ll lay on my back
here ‘til dawn
In a semi-
catatonic state
And dream of
guitar notes
That would irritate
An executive
kinda guy . . .
 
And sure enough JOE dreams up a few of those guitar notes that every executive despises…those low ones . . . every exec knows it’s only the rec-ords with the high squeally ones that get to be hits (except for Duane Eddy)...
 
Well, I guess that
one did the trick
If they only coulda heard it
Half-a-dozen of ‘em woulda strangled
While they was suckin’ on each others’ dick
But that was just a bunch of imaginary
Notes I played
Just a little extra
somethin’
To keep me goin’
from day to day
That’s okay
I’ll be gettin’ outta
here pretty soon
Then I won’t have
to live
In this ugly
fuckin’ room
Can’t wait to see
I can t wait to see
what it’s like
On the outside now . . .
etc., etc.. etc.
 
And JOE just lays there, dreaming imaginary guitar notes for years on end, until finally they let him out . . .