I had a step-grandma,
she was a witch.
I couldn't stand her,
I want to say *itch.
She locked my aunt
with Down's Syndrome
down in the basement,
not much of a home.
She took my poor grandpa
for a real ride
She took his assets
and then took his pride.
"Wicked *itch of the West";
what I called her
She deserved it
and all kinds of slurs.
I don't much like thinking
of folks this way
but she quite earned it
'most every day.
It was all I could do
not to scream out.
But I kept the peace
yet got my aunt out.
My grandpa passed on first
which was too bad,
because she kept it all,
the sowish old bag.
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