One of the pleasures of old age and fading memory1 is that I can find new things to read that match my sense of humor perfectly.  I was cleaning up my disk today and came upon a file called “untitled.txt” dated 2013, which contained a short blues lyric:

I know a woman, she treats me so mean,
She’s the meanest damned woman that I’ve ever seen.

She’s bad to the bone, but she’s worse to the tendon.
Stay with this woman, the pain’s never endin’.

If I’d ever sung this song to my physical therapist, I’d have clear memories of the consequences, so I’m sure this is its first publication.

Notes

  1. Whom am I kidding? I haven’t remembered anything since I was 12.