Grandma Mary prayed the rosary

Name of the father, son, and homemade pierogi

Whole thing of Oleo anointed by the Holy Ghost, in the kitchen, cutting up potatoes for the koshi

Four pots boiling at the same time, mushrooms jumping out a pickle brine to change lives

Thirty minutes from the Poconos bunny slope

Where Lithuanian immigrants learned to shovel coal

The decor is white Jesus

All walls, everywhere you turn, the guy's bleeding

Figurines, images, even a Aes original, a pencil drawing of the praying hands I drew in middle school

My other relatives thought it was pretty cool

I must've drawn like six of them shits to distribute

Round where the word of God is the good stuff and 5:00 mass fill the block with babushkas

6:02, back at the fort, you could smell the cigarettes through the door

Potpourri on the shelf, sundown, lighting bugs on the the porch

Way before the sundowning was too much to ignore

This a sharp-witted widow who do you the fucking solid of speaking a different language when gossiping 'bout your mama

Her mama was Močiutė to the children

She made a farmer's cheese and live to be a hundred million

"Aš myliu tave," she would call us "Katės," cats, I guess we were hyperactive little brats

It's funny 'cause she had like ten kids, though I only met the ones that lived past '76

They mostly been a rotating cast on the sofa

Here an uncle, there an uncle, that is not a soda

Bang on the water pipe, down come Leona

She could eat an onion like an apple, what a soldier

Gold

I remember this coat being warmer

I wore it all last year and don't remember needing so many goddamned layers

We are bundled up X-ing the squares

X-ing the squares

Grandma said she used to be a fireman

Grandma said she used to be a lifeguard, performance art that ran for her entire lifespan

Then again, that Mary Mary was a wild card

Back bedroom had a door to the cellar

It's more a hole bore to Gehenna

The lore is ancient, the laws archaic, y'all keep misbehaving, y'all sleeping in a basement

Better yet, y'all sleeping on the porch, she was kidding, but it hit him with the fear of the Lord

The gear-down's more outta fear than remorse

I guess whatever put a couple tears in the borscht

Cheers, 2 foot of fresh powdered sugar on the mountain

We opted out for Morton Downey Jr.

Marshmallow Fluff above the toaster

It's Vititus for the toast of Hanover, yeah

'07, ma called me in London

Tone that could only mean one thing

Your grandmother something, something, who fuck's supposed to make the dumplings?

Uh, I remember this coat being warmer

I wore it all last year and don't remember needing so many goddamned layers

We are bundled up X-ing the squares

X-ing the squares