Ineptitude
Have you ever wanted to express something with words, but found yourself lacking the vocabulary to succinctly portray it? You scrounge around, looking for words that can aptly elicit the feelings that you're floating around with, but you discover that there really isn't anything that can add up to just what you're experiencing. So, you listen to songs by a band that you love hoping for inspiration and….geez, it's just hard to find the right combination that this clumsy language has endowed you with.
In the brown shag carpet of a cheap motel
In the dark and dusty corner by the TV shelf
Is a small reminder of a simpler time
When a crumpled up pair of trousers cost a brand new dime
Well you ask me how I made it through and how my mint condition could belong to you
When I'm on the ground I roll through town
I'm a president you don't remember getting kicked around
I'm a dime
I'm fine
And I shine I'm freshly minted
I am determined not to be dented
By a car or by a plane or anything not yet invented
I'm a dime
I'm fine
And I shine
In the hiss and rumble of the freeway sounds
As the afternoon commuters drive their cars around
There's a ringle jingle near the underpass
There's a sparkle near the fast food garbage and roadside trash
I'm a dime
I'm fine
And I shine I'm freshly minted
I'm silver-plated I'm underrated
You picked me up because I was worthy of a long distance phone call
I'm a dime
I'm fine
And I shine!
(inspired by Cake – Dime, from Pressure Chief; moderately altered for effect)
Okay, it isn't great…but I hope it suffices, but
I am a dime
And I do shine!