Emery Melody

Emery the lonely neighbor

Lived across the street of hate

Although the same age as my father

Asked my sister for a date

Emery the grease monkey

Drove up and down the road so hard

I still hear echoes of his tow truck

Dropping junkers in his yard

Emery the crippled-minded

Was paranoid and cheap and mean

The local kids would terrorize him

As he shouted things obscene

Emery the high-pitched talker

Had wrinkles on his forehead

He'd talk to you of all his worries

And the women he'd like to bed

Emery the laid back sipper

Told my Dad his back was bad

As my sweating father mixed the concrete

He drank my mother's lemonade