You're Superchunk!
I know your name
I sat next to you
on a plane.
You've stringy hair
the way you wear
your silly hippy mane
is fair.
Your gait has an
incautious ease,
an accidental swagger,
please.
You're going to live
in the mountains now
in some western state
and how.
You'll camp, and
eat bugs and dirt.
