AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL!

 

Why is someone’s Grandmother

crapping under Camellia bushes-

and eating garbage?

 

The five-foot street cat stands and stretches

“I’m Winnie!” she proudly proclaims,

and offers me a Plumeria.

that she pulls from her torn Tartan jacket pocket.

Fumes of urine are fanned by the Hawaiian heat.

I pull back from those vermin hands

Fearful they will pollute my glands.

 

“I know how I smell.” She apologizes.

Then she cackles through her missing teeth-

“I’m seventy-three!

Last week I was raped!

They know I don’t have no diseases.”

 

My mouth drops. I inquire,

“Is that how you got the gash over your eye?

 

“Hell no! Those dammed skateboard kids beat me up

because I yelled at them for waking me up.

And those shithead-Jap-cops, here, hate us ‘Howlies’”.

 

“’Walk to the hospital,’ he says- and left me

standing there in my own pool of blood.

I sure wouldn’t want to be his Mother!”

 

Winnie spits at the ground, where she planted his face.

“He probably didn’t want to get no blood in his squad car.

 

“I’d a hit him with my sack but I was afraid I’d break my whiskey.”

She grins through some broken teeth,

“I’m no lush! Just always buy me a couple bottles of gin

when I cashes my Social Security check.

Lucky thing, too-‘cause when I falls asleep

Them no-good street scum always steals my money.

She makes a fist with powerful muscles-

 

“But they’ll never get my whiskey!”

WINNIE

 

Winnie sleeps beneath the flowers

With camellias as her garters

‘Till the gardener shakes his rake

And poor Winnie he does wake.

 

Winnie ambles to the trash

And her breakfast she selects

Roaches scurry from the sides

as she muses and decides.

 

Contented with her meal

She collapses to the ground

And her tights she pulls them down

so she can urinate.

 

 

 

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