The Champ

by Brian Rosenberger

We called him Charlie
His real name was Eliot
but we all called him Charlie
He said he was a world champion
pussy eater
He might have been right
No one disputed his claim
but I don't ever recall seeing him
wearing any kind of championship belt
Everyday for lunch
he had ham salad
For his birthday
we all chipped in and bought Charlie
a t-shirt that read
Free Mustache Rides
We thought it was funny
He did too
He wore it everyday for two weeks
Sometimes after work
we'd hit the bars
Charlie would wear his shirt
The ladies gathered around and
would tease him about the shirt
maybe they knew what they were in for
Charlie's reputation preceded him
He never left alone
like Shakespeare said shit happens


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