a [found] poem by Corrado “Junior” Soprano
My father told me to never get old;
I should’ve listened to him.
How am I?
I’m a prisoner in my own home is how I am.
I’m not a cat. I don’t shit in a box.
I’m in no shape for disharmony.
Let me tell you who’s not a good kid.
Pork chop boy. He’s a depression case.
We go back to when Moses wore short pants
He’s a fuckin’ mental weakling.
Never had what it took to be a varsity athlete.
Too busy chasing skirt.
Some people are so far behind in a race
They actually believe they’re leading.
I can’t think, can’t stay awake.
Anyway, at our age it’s enough surprise
We’re still alive every morning.
People keep askin’ me, I don’t know.
There’s a man from another galaxy that came here.
I lost my uppers.
Me, I never had kids
Let me tell you who’s not a good kid
My father told me to never get old
We used to play catch
Well, that’s nice.