Granny Pooped on the Bus

she was kind of twisted
she had bread bags for shoes
always sung the blues
hanging around the
projects of Chicago
a lady without a home
but not homeless
chewing tobacco leaves
and spitting the fallen juice
to the caterpillars in
the neon daylight
she boarded the bus
down on 67th and Park Street
bread bags on her feet
played her musical instrument
the finest musical equipment
and granny pulled down her skirt
and looked at the driver
gave the middle finger
and granny pooped on the bus
the caterpillars were afraid
and there was no can of
insect repellant or Raid
but granny pooped on the bus
it is where she stooped
like a fine wine
she sang on a thin dime
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