"Big Dick"

"Big Dick"

His brother called him, "Big Dick"
It seemed a funny thing to say
Sex wasn't a thing we talked about
Times were different from today
My grade school buddy Dick, we walked to school each day
Two miles through the grass and snow,
after school we played
Football, sledding, on the snow
Baseball at the park, hoops behind the playground
till the court got dark
I loved you like a brother, though I never said a word
It was obvious to all, but I guess you never heard
My long lost chum, where did you go?
What have you done, so many years ago?
I was the worst of students, rebellious and vile
Richard was success personified, there is no denial
We went to the band room, in seventh grade, I guess
We wanted to play the trumpet, a choice so hard to get
Richard got a brass trombone, me a French horn, yet
Dick was a natural musician, my toot was just forlorn
I could never learn how to blow that God damn horn
He went on to star in every musical event
While I was lugging back to school my huge instrument
After a time I abandoned that shiny horn
My being a musician was a talent never born
Puberty kicked in, I started chasing skirts and tits
Life for me was all about wet kisses and swapping spit
I dated, I freighted, I touched every base
Richard seemed to ignore the girls
Though he was more handsome of face
Tall and strong and smart, the perfect catch you see
We parted ways, no words were spoken, but he was through with me
I'd see him every now and then, our families were friends
He continued on the upward spiral
I was was busy having sex with girls, that became my style
Thanksgiving or other holidays we'd congregate together
For smoky summer barbeques and inclement winter weather
When we'd sit round the big oval dining room table
Arguing to each other, shouting when we were able
Dick brought home Lee, a friend from college
Way back so long ago, they left the dinner and disappeared
Where they went I didn't know
The talk was all of politics, his dad was very smart
An engineer and CEO my dad knew only art
I excused myself to piss and climbed the carpeted stairs
To use the upstairs' bathroom I hadn't used in years
A blade of light shone through the cracked door of the boy's bedroom
I thought I hear the sound of some fellow starting to swoon
As my eyes focused in the dark
I could clearly see, there was my buddy Richard plainly on his knees
Playing trombone there on Lee
I'm older now and I really don't give a damn
What goes on behind closed doors, yet visible through cracked door jams
I was shocked back then, but I never said a word
I wasn't a snitch or gossip, didn't repeat things I'd seen or heard
Dick went on to win great prizes, scholarships and such
Stuff I didn't dream of, to busy munching muff
Sometimes I scour the Internet to find out where friends are
Dick is some famous scientist, never married, lives not far
I miss the loss of friendship as I gaze out at the stars
Maybe it was my entire fault, rebellious and overt
But being so abandoned I still feel a little hurt
Friendship conquers every base, racial, sex and more
Bias comes from every side of every door
I guess because I was different, he severed our childhood ties
I still don't understand, but prejudice cuts both ways, in most every land
"Big Dick?" I don't know, I really didn't see
Just Richard on his knees, so fair and very tall
Blowing his new buddy whose dick looked rather small