Mason City - The Fiery Furnaces

Came a card marked Mason City

From my forwarder

Shut the door, don’t let my dad see;

Read aloud dear sir:

Understanding you account an upright gent-

Lemen Aetna Life agreed and lent

As agreed, my fee is 2.6 percent

Write again the Riceville widow

SASE

I would guess they’ll be turned out though

I’ll still make my plea:

If the Dunlay heirs cannot be seen to care

Then the Banker’s Trust will surely think it fair

To not give extensions, as they musn’t dare

Write Des Moines on several matters

And I near anoint

Ladle thick the pleasant flatters

And then comes the point;

Mr. Nelson wouldn’t like to hear it said

As he’s too proud, so I do it in his stead:

He shall need an extension--so it read

--Take the Oregon Short Line to Salt Lake;

Take the Pere Marquette, take the Michigan Central

To West Madison for Christ’s sake

Forgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers

None on the make

Up for shade on Crumb Hill

Get something to make my hands still

But now--Wait

How are you my nabs?

Little tender footed crabs

Meet my knuckle duster

You geeched that gazoon’s gow

Tried to break into the bow:

Go wipe your nose

I’m just hanging out with some noler knockums

Just passing time waiting till my stack comes

Prussian who got jackered

My snapper till your knockered

Get on the snam

The chivman wants your chip;

Better dummy up then go dip:

You’re outta turn

I learned that the lowest form of life is the buffer nabber

Even worse than the dicer stabber