All the other wrestlers are afraid of him
But they can’t avoid him
The public is inspired by him
They make poetry, podcasts, and plays for him
He has many children
All the other wrestlers post pictures of their pecs and biceps
They toil endlessly at the gym
In an attempt to escape his boney fingers

We are all afraid of him
He pops over uninvited
At the most inopportune moment
When you are washing the dishes or changing a diaper
When you are trying to smile for another picture
When you are picking your nose or smelling a rose

With such habits he seems incorrigible
He mugs people, but doesn’t care if they have any money
And whether they are good or bad
The other wrestlers never know whose side he is on
But I saw him knocked out once
By the Gardener in front of an empty tomb


Andrew Borne is 2 Cups Poet 1 teaspoon Musician 1/4 teaspoon Salt 1/2 cup Absurdity 3/4 cup Chef 1 egg, beaten 2 1/3 cups Family Man. Mixed together and served raw. His column 7x appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.