aunt mary's punk rock song

i recently just got back from visiting my dad's family in the buffalo, ny area. my dad has a sister, my aunt mary, who's pretty cool. at first glance, she probably seems boring or square or unhip i guess.... she's an older, graying woman who likes to sew (or knit or crochet or one of those artsy things....). and she's quite possibly the most polite person on the planet. so why a punk rock song? she's no punk rocker in the classical sense, but then again to define punk rock is to defeat punk rock... so she'd say things here or there like, "we're gonna go do this ('this' being any of the number of family activities we tried to organize that seemed to divide the family) and if the rest of the family doesn't wanna join us, then that's just fine with us, we're gonna go do it anyways." and in its purity, i find that to be a pretty punk rock attitude.

so i figured i'd throw a few lines together and call it 'aunt mary's punk rock song.' it's not really meant to be a song or punk rock... it's just me trying to explain her punk rockness in amateurishly poetic fashion. 


she's growing old, living on her own.
somewhere on the outskirts of buffalo.
she's gonna do what she wants,
she doesn't hold back.
but she'll invite you to come along
cuz polite people kick ass.
she's straight edge to the core
she doesn't need beer.
she's got a timeshare in hawaii,
goes there every two years.
she's gonna hike along the river
in a funny looking hat.
it blocks out the sun,
you can't fuck with that.

she's got a cooler full of water
as we're driving to the falls.
we walked ourselves exhausted,
she was the last one standing tall.
the rest of the family
is afraid of new york city.
but she once came to visit.
the others are still scared silly.

she's got the underground music
that you never heard before.
it's a musical about menopause,
menopausal hardcore.
she seems misunderstood
as she yells at my dad.
he's giving her a hard time,
she's giving it right back.
you can judge aunt mary,
but you should judge yourself.
cuz she's playing from the heart
while your heart is somewhere else.