My Grandma Is A Knucklehead Poem by Bryan Corbett

my grandma is a knucklehead
but i love her so
she says whatever's on her mind
and everybody else can go to...

hell-o, grandma we love you
but could you take it down a notch?
the neighborhood is on the lawn
and they've brought the cops
again

she's 81
owns a gun
shoots at trash cans
just for fun
can't hear too well
vision's blurred 
drives down sidewalks
flipping the bird

yes, she is a knucklehead
but she's the only one I've got
I'm always there when she's in a jam
which is a lot more often than not

drinks Johnnie Walker
still smokes pot
proudly frames
her new mug shot
got blue hair
still has sex
God help us all
who knows what's next?

hey, grandma! we love you
though you're crazy as a loon
yes, grandma we love you
but don't forget...

we have to