Big Six Zero

His birth certificate says charles
His bros we call him chuck
He's named after his grandpappy
One tough ornery old duck
Chuck, he's a softie
Almost buddha-like in his demeanor
He used to be a carnivore
But these days won't even eat a weiner.
As a young man
My brother joined the Peace Corps
Went to Brazil, got drunk
Found it mostly a bore
Back home
An increasingly unpopular war
Chuck got drafted
But demanded to know, "What for,
What the fuck for?"
He refused to do the bidding
Of the rotten old whore
He refused to do the bidding
Of the rotten old whore.
He ain't heavy
He's my brother
Happy Birthday, Bro

3 Comments:
Happy Birthday, Honey! I just met you when you were saying goodbye to your 20s. No one better than you to lead the pack. Here's a poem for your birthday:
Charlie, you are 60 today.
I’ve heard many say,
You are a good guy.
I know this to be true.
You are family glue,
holding us tight.
You always look for more
out of life’s store.
Live ‘til you drop.
This moment is great!
You are one to emulate.
I love you.
Mary
Thanks, Bill.
Mary,
You are my sunshine.
Thank you for the beautiful poem. You know I love you too.
Charlie
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