Hold-up

(An Ode to Grandma)

Grandma’s medication is not made for recreation

But it’s socially acceptable,

And the buzz she get’s incredible

You might say her life’s regrettable

Watching her glide in a psychedelic stream

With the heroine shakes of the American dream

Drifting in a pile of millennium soma

Tottering around in a mindless coma

Everyone says it’s no big deal

Until grandma starts to reel.

The corner druggist is her new best friend

She’s starting to think it’s the sixties again

He never fails to cure what ails

With those mind-numbing chemical cocktails

It’s not some stuff from across the border

There’s no need to worry, it’s just doctor’s orders

Today she got lost on her way to the store

Granny’s his bitch, his pill popping whore

And everybody says it’s no big deal

Until granny’s behind the wheel

Each day she gets up and gets out of bed

Another day wasted and nothing gets said

Looking for something to take off the edge

Sitting alone, she’s never been told

How to deal with the fact that she’s old

Buried in legal mountains of dope

At least that’s one way to cope.

And everyone says it’s no big deal

Until there’s nothing left to feel

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I can’t wait until I’m sixty-five

Reunite my college guys

Drop out of work and get so high

I think I’ll never die

And everyone says it’s no big deal

Until there’s nothing left to steal