Charles Bukowski - Gas lyrics

My grandmother had a serious gas problem
We only saw her on Sunday
She'd sit down to dinner
And she'd have gas she was very heavy
80 years old wore this large glass brooch
That's what you noticed most
In addition to the gas
She'd let it go just as
Food was being served
She'd let it go in bursts
Spaced about a minute apart she'd let it go
4 or 5 times as we reached for the potatoes
Poured the gravy cut into the meat
Nobody ever said anything, Especially me
I was 6 years old only my grandmother spoke
After 4 or 5 blasts
She would say in an offhand way
"I'll bury you all!"

I didn't much like that: First farting
Then saying that

It happened every Sunday
She was my father's mother

Every Sunday it was death and gas
And mashed potatoes and gravy
And that big glass brooch

Those Sunday dinners would
Always end with apple pie and ice cream
And a big argument about something or other
My grandmother finally running out the door
And taking the red train back to pasadena
The place stinking for an hour
And my father walking about
Fanning a newspaper in the air and
Saying, "it's all that damned sauerkraut
She eats!"