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My grandma is a fish I saw the gaping mouth The hook was just a wish To pull her back down south The gurgling and gasping Were more than I could bear Gnashing and convulsing I felt a tiny tear Ed just wouldn’t wake From his sleeping chair The paramedics’ take Sank Mert into despair Then not much later on It happened just this way She had a small procedure The surgeon’s knife filleted And when the job was done Within a god ****** day I got a call at work And what you had to say… She’s not long for this world We’re going to unplug Come down and say your peace before we salt her like a slug She doesn’t want to be Kept alive with a machine To go against her wishes Would be a trifle mean The big brains all are saying She’s just a little old And though she’d probably make it If she did what she was told… She doesn’t want to live alone So let her keep her pride Here is an exception To that rule on suicide. I just wanted to run, I just wanted to hide… I just hated your faces; it just felt like you lied...
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
Myrtle
My grandma is a fish I saw the gaping mouth The hook was just a wish To pull her back down south The gurgling and gasping Were more than I could bear Gnashing and convulsing I felt a tiny tear Ed just wouldn’t wake From his sleeping chair The paramedics’ take Sank Mert into despair Then not much later on It happened just this way She had a small procedure The surgeon’s knife filleted And when the job was done Within a god ****** day I got a call at work And what you had to say… She’s not long for this world We’re going to unplug Come down and say your peace before we salt her like a slug She doesn’t want to be Kept alive with a machine To go against her wishes Would be a trifle mean The big brains all are saying She’s just a little old And though she’d probably make it If she did what she was told… She doesn’t want to live alone So let her keep her pride Here is an exception To that rule on suicide. I just wanted to run, I just wanted to hide… I just hated your faces; it just felt like you lied...
This is an old one.  I just found it on my computer. I was working through some things after Grandma's death.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
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