"Grandpa Steinman"
We used to visit Grandma Moses 3 times a week.
For the hebrew celebration.
The dreidel would spin our tops off.
We always ate the bitter herbs and eggs with salt.
Oy Gevalt!
Oy Veizmir-smear the chopped liver on a ritz cracker.
Then whistle a joyous tune.
You're not a buffoon.
It took you a platoon.
But you drove too soon in the hot, desolate desert afternoon.
There is no growth.
I speak for all both of us.
So Judah Maccabee, take your soldiers and fight like hell.
For living is swell.
Like swimming in a well.
That's all there is to tell.
About living in an Arab hotel in America.
Hate your guts!
By Jonathan Billet
May Eighteenth Two Thousand Fifteen
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