Big Daddy Gouda

I came to be in 77

Like all good boys did, I came from Heaven.

I lived with Mom and Dad and Grandparents as well,

Then came my sister, but she came from Hell.

Parents divorced, custody was split.

An un-perfect family but the pieces all fit.

Moved to Litchfield when I turned  10,

Picking a starting point, that’s probably when.

Had a cat name Alvie, black, white and grey,

Had a dog named Crust, till the bus smooshed him away.

Coasted through life till the 10th grade,

Met Adam and Tai and history was made.

 Met a girl and myself I’d embarrass

Felt like a fool when she left me for Paris.

More friends came, life just better,

I felt Alive thanks to Ed Vedder.

Mom left for vacation one December morn,

I threw a party, tradition was born.

Parties every weekend when parents would leave,

All started with mine on New Years Eve.

Beer was good, I liked Brazilian Vodka more

Until I threw up on poor Larry’s floor.

Graduation came I cried like a baby,

Scared of the world, one big fat maybe.

Had a little fling-ding with a girl named Chris,

Why after sex is it strange when you piss?

Had the best birthday ever at age 25,

A bit surprised I made it that far Alive.

Worked at a porn store took too many pills,

Should have listened to REM, thinning blood kills.

Laughing and analgesics gave me all  I could need.

I was braindead, knocked out, numb, not up to speed.

Settled down with a twin and her cute little son,

Didn’t need booze and parties to have a little fun.

Although Friday’s in Hartford were quite the sight

Shot girls and party bands started weekends right.

Marriage and babies, adulthood to blame,

Life was still fun, just not the same.

Not as free but still giving thanks,

For friends and movies and specially the Yanks.

I’m 30-something now, adulthood has come,

A party at Jamie’s and life is still fun.

No longer a life of irresponsibility and booze,

No more delivering pizza, now I cover the news.

Life is not easy but I have no right to complain.

The free and the easy outweigh the pain.

Better days aren’t just behind me -plenty still to come.

A thousand great lives, rolled into one.

I carved out a neat little existence and I finally know how,

What you don’t have you don’t need it now,

What you don’t know you can feel it somehow,

What you don’t have you don’t need it now,

don’t need it now.

 

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