You and Me, Kid

You and Me, Kid I. You and me kid, we got a lot in common We're both carrying out our sentences and may get off a little sooner that is if we exhibit good behavior. You've got eight years and I've got life (with a vague chance for parole) Still, though, not much has changed, Atari's joystick is X Box's controller. Darryl Strawberry, back in jail.  But we can still talk about those mighty Yanks and I can beat you at NFL Fever. The front yard has a phantom trail of back-and-forths. Fall is oblong and Summer's round    and somewhere in between, we shoot hoops in the drive. And H E double hockey sticks, we can laugh about behind your mothers back.  I bet you don't have a Mini-van one in that Hot Wheels collection of yours. And I do enjoy being right when we count train cars passing by II.  The toy store potty dance- got it all mapped out. The fastest route to the hottest toys. You take a right and I'll go straight, then a veer off to the left.  I love Superstores and big screen TVs, to return just in time and try to convince you that Princess Leia is the right way to go even though Natalie Portman is much more of a sculpted babe. III. I work and you play… I come home and sit around and you become the remote control. Do you see me rub my hands, and count the years til you can: Mow, Drive, Earn a paycheck? Shortsighted dad, I may be but I’ve been counting since those diapers stank. I discount your day as play. I bet you go there to get away. That red brick school my parents couldn’t afford, and neither can I. Some other Hand provides and we both eat from it- blindly. Fold the clothes, Do the dishes. Why’s this house always a mess! IV. All I have to say is don’t tell your mother about the cigarette you just saw you’ll grow up someday and understand. You and me kid til the bitter end. Written April 2nd, 2002 © on Apr 02 2002 11:36 AM PST   0 • 10