Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
I can imagine Stephin Merritt becoming a bum.
Oh, a very worldly bum, to be sure.
Perhaps smoky drifter. Or bum.
Or carnival midget, if you will.
These songs tend not to be sung in a Cookie Monster voice.
Several of his tunes make me feel quite light on my feet, in fact.
Not, of course, that that's all he's good for.
I have lots of Tom Waits records though.
Well, sometimes I do.