Outside Now (Act II, Scene Fourteen)

(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
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and withdrawn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
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 . . .