Grandma the Drugdealer

In every neighborhood and on every snow-covered street In this great big frozen land Resides forty grandmas Willing to lend a hand Filling up the bottle with rot-gut whiskey For all the men too old to justify Reinvention in a world turned upside down. Staggering, barely upright in the snow. It's only noon and no place to go. The police don't care, and the kids just laugh As they come home from school across that path. The selling day's through, and the grandma puts up her still. Soup with meat greets her at dinnertime. Moral questions here scatter to the wind Once you consider the shape she'd been in.