... and a deranged cowboy

I spent 6 straight hours writing today. Then my brain gave up and went on holidays so I need to rewrite the last few paragraphs where the story just went to pieces.

Anyway, I often scribble in the margines to stories I'm writing, so if I look over old stories later I find song lyrics and other random junk that was on my mind scribbled along the edges of the pages. So while I was looking over old drafts to this story I found the following. I was evidently playing with words:

The butcher is de-livered
The student is de-tested
The potter is de-formed
The clerk is de-filed
The electrician is de-lighted
The drycleaner is de-pressed
The cowboy is de-ranged

Don't ask.