Reunions: #16 Simon La Farge

Reunions: #16 Simon La Farge

Simon La Farge, if you recall no others
He's the one who had two twin brothers
Came down with some disease or another
I'm talk'en ‘bout him, not the look alike brothers
Who looked not at all like Sime
Maybe his Mom's lover didn't pullout in time
Simon's Dad was a doctor
Office was in an old house, Victorian style
Family lived upstairs a very long while
Till Sime's Mom got a divorce
Married some Haitian tour guide of course
They say when Sime died
His Dad took him home
Worked on his body all alone
Tried for a day to resuscitate him
But in the end they had to bury ‘em
No one knew what killed Sime
They didn't discuss it, they didn't say
I'd guess it was Aids
Sime was always depressed in spades
Except on weekends when his ass got pressed
And his big-lipped mouth got little rest
Down in Greenwich Village dark in some homo park
Always serious, kind'a dark
Guess he caught it in his behind
That's usually the place designed
To carry the virus after a fucking
When condom use was a'shucking
In all fairness back then
No one knew how or when
I felt bad for La Farge
He was so sad at large
A person deserves happy frolic
Not a virus worse than colic
I hope he's ended up in heaven
He was a good Christian brethren
Or was he a Jew, I don't recall
But he picked me up after a fall
He sat and talked to plan my life
Seemed concerned I'd have some strife
Taught me things in minutes few
About living and what to do
I get sad, how much he knew
How he died, what he went through
Life is not a carnival fair
Fairness is not often in the air
Don't judge the guy whose ass is a treasure
To long dicks that take its measure
Like the dip stick on an engine
Simon's paradise was where we mentioned
No doubt he lit up like a bright bulb
When the guys in the park his ass would hold
That must have been his moment of joy
That sad and serious tragic boy
I never told him how much he helped me
Like a puppy to its Mom, he whelped me
I pay my debt in honored remembrance
I still look for his resemblance
Knowing he is dead, dear Sime
But still lives on inside my mind