Gout

There was an old woman
so lonely and blue
she lived in a shoe sort of
condo. She loved to have guests
but cooked up a mess
so watered instead her geraniums
She had to still work
and her boss was a jerk
of course and so was the neighbor
and cat next door
who peed on the floor.
The gas station attendant
wasn't very nice either
and neither was that store
manager. And too dumb for words
the maintenance that didn't come
and too slow that fed ex delivery
and nothing was right
her meds were too tight
and expensive everywhere
but Walmart in another city
which was too far to drive
of course and now there's ice
and no one will drive me
she whined till her face
turned blue with distaste
of everything but her own cooking.
So sat she in her house for months
at a time eating and spitting in anger
that no one came up to her high
expectations and everyone
a tasteless skinny stranger.
Her fanny so large for sitting
too long in stewing disgust and pain
at all the ignorant people
she had to deal with
she couldn't refrain
from cursing when sloth
got her gout and she tumbled about
not able to squeeze through the frame
of her house and collapsed in a heap
not found for a week
so geraniums grew on her hiney.