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Story of My Grandpa's Estate

Once upon a time On a plateau In a French hiding place because in my opinion somebody wrote some cheques that kept bouncing back soo much happened and my father my mother said was an ostrich with his head in the sand but what did she know She left when we were kids and seems to know nothing of the reasons why the coal mine shut down and the cripples and accidents and the truth of the terror I'm about to reveal But now there is no turning back A grease monkey Hard hat Slip of footing Six feet someone sings today Isn’t too far But you know what? That accident left my grandpa in a coma A blood clott in his brain And never knew anything of how my grandma On her way to visit him in the hospital got into a car accident break failure Highway 40 Slippery roads Paraplegic Years go by Nothing the same Grandpa doesn’t know me Never did Never knew my name Or called me on my birthday I don’t know how he would have felt if he knew I was gay He owned planes And airplane hangers Tools of every kind And with his broken brain and dent in the middle of his forehead My step grandma Changed his will and gave everything to my dads step sisters leaving out his blood relatives And my dad pays lawyers To fight for what is right I haven’t figured out the life lesson But I’m not sure if that dent That soft spot In his bald head was truly from a fall I know this sounds paranoid But what do you expect from a mental case Who ended up in a mental institute Running away from pretty much the maffia who murdered 3 of my friends It was always weird being around grandpa Remembering him when I was young The last memory I have of him Is him telling me yelling at me while I was laughing drinking apple juice And my dad took me home and then a little while later came the mysterious fall Now all this The twist of how unfair life is Removed from a will Because of a woman who gave everything to my dads evil stepsisters At the funeral I should have been a pole bearer Instead in disgust I couldn’t cry because There were these strangers doing it Who didn’t know my grandfather at all

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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