
was born in a section of jewish brooklyn
my mother and father were both sicilian
they raised me and grazed me on pasta and wine
and whipped my poor ass when it got out of line
we moved to a place where the irish man ruled
the beatings continued each day i was schooled
the lassies were worth it so freckled and cute
cuz i was sicilian not some irish brute
held their hands and their books all the way home
they laughed when i said i had family in rome
they would hug me an kiss me when no one would see
for i was their irish boy from sicily
*****
i grappled and scrappled with big jimmy flem
but like the messiah i passed right through him
he would have destroyed me but God sent the bell
we were both scared shitless mc cormick would tell
noontime in the schoolyard a spaniard named monk
cursed at his mother and called him a punk
the fists were a'flyin' as everyone cheered
i errored by laughing when jimmy got smeared
and when they all caught me they pissed in my hair
they pinkened my belly but i didn't care
cause deidre was waiting not far from my door
went be-hind the ga-rage and [cough/mumble]......ed until four
*******
i knelt in the booth my sins i confessed
gave detailed accounts about feeling her breast
and when the priest asked if it felt good or bad
said "nipples" were just about all that she had
prayed scores of hail marys for feeling that tit
good thing that her mom called next was her clit
worked through an indulgence for an eight hundred
pur-ga-tor-y sentence for not being queer
*******
but of all of the stories that i have to tell
it was the music that i loved so well
of kerry dancing and shule agrah
the laughter the tears must'a drove me too far
my culture my people are more than proschiut
ronzonni spaghetti or sweet candied fruit
and of all of the good things have happened to me
i once was an irish boy from sicily
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It all happened just that way ... really!
(from: "The Irishman from Sicily"
by Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather


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Molto bene, Jesepppi.
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