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Squalor (Peter Berryman) In the squalor of her awful little shack she sat With her grungy cat and her parakeet With rats a-runnin' 'round the size of caribou Playin' peekaboo with her filthy feet Eatin' donuts with a spoon and drinkin' Ovaltine Through a scum of green floating leisurely In a coffee cup of plastic from the Sally Ann Shakin' in her hand out of misery cho: And it's all because she didn't eat her vegetables It's all because she didn't eat her vegetables as a kid Or maybe she didn't chew them properly if she did. Her brother slept behind the shack without a bed With his battered head resting on his knee, As the roaches and the traffic sang a lullaby The water pipes would sigh a little harmony. With the stogies he had found wrapped up in cellophane To keep out the rain when the night was through He would stumble down the alley pickin' junk sometimes Or try to beg for dimes on the avenue. Her mother as a seamstress never brought in much 'Cause she'd lost her touch in a codeine haze Now she staggers in a stupor through the city streets Wrapped in ratty sheets from her sewing days Her crazy little face is hidden in the shade Of a hat she made from a cardboard box, The hair beneath her hat is so in need of care It doesn't look like hair, it looks like dirty socks. Her uncle'd come to see her in his tattered clothes With a runny nose and a pint of wine And a bucket full of bullheads he had caught that day On Monona Bay with a hand held line She would spread a little blanket on the apple crate Where they always ate when they had the food They would eat and they would drink and when the grub was gone They would carry on if they were in the mood Copyright 1980 L&P Berryman RG
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