A guy who used to work here
Charlie is his name.
A very large boy for his age.
He has an infectious smile
big round cheeks
and the same question every day...
Sue, do you have a cigarette?
Marie, do you have a cigarette?
Jim, do you have a cigarette?
He is too young to buy
and too naive to realize
he's pissing off the people who are his friends.
so what can one say?
(I don't smoke, so he doesn't ask me)
"Sorry, Charlie"
You are like Whimpy on Popeye
(a dead and dusty comic)
You always ask like it's never tuesday.
But it IS tuesday.
and, perhaps, you should spread the love.
by thanking those around you (or just not coming 'round).
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