My Dead Grandfather
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fr_defenestratoThe lunatic (I've heard it said) is on the grass,
Or, as my tainted grandpappy was wont to say,
"They're all on that there pot!" And one Txgbn Day,
Around the turkeyed table, this old man was crass
Enough to share his dream: a crowded, chained morass
Of African-Americans were on their way
By steamship "back to Africa"; but sadly, they
All went down with their ship—and he thought this a gas.
The Floyd was not for Pop-pop, nuh-uh, nosirree.
The band that they were in was playing different tunes
Than all those hoary hymns he probably still croons
With Jeebus on Cloud Nine, those blissful lamb's-blood odes
To Christian charity. And who'da thought that he
Had dark forebodings, too? [My brother's head explodes.]
[for John Steely Geise, 1910 - 2002]
Or, as my tainted grandpappy was wont to say,
"They're all on that there pot!" And one Txgbn Day,
Around the turkeyed table, this old man was crass
Enough to share his dream: a crowded, chained morass
Of African-Americans were on their way
By steamship "back to Africa"; but sadly, they
All went down with their ship—and he thought this a gas.
The Floyd was not for Pop-pop, nuh-uh, nosirree.
The band that they were in was playing different tunes
Than all those hoary hymns he probably still croons
With Jeebus on Cloud Nine, those blissful lamb's-blood odes
To Christian charity. And who'da thought that he
Had dark forebodings, too? [My brother's head explodes.]
[for John Steely Geise, 1910 - 2002]
