Uncles in Texas singing babies to sleep with “The Freed Pig”

In a fairly turbulent dream about aging
I had a shoe, or a foot, or a foot in a shoe
and I worked for someone only sometimes
between when I was a child or a man
and they kept hosting fist matches
which I could only sometimes go to
and that is not something I would ever do
and aging is something I would never do
if I had the chance I would just finally die
underneath the ubiquitous, shining Texas moon