As a skeleton, I return today ---
There’s a story behind this.
It began the second I went away,
Against my father’s wish.

I ran with a crowd,
We became inseparable.
To brotherhood, vowed,
Life became unacceptable.

Fond memories are many,
Troubles there were multiple.
Had a girl named Jenny,
At times lied we weren’t a couple.

Among us, our chief was hot,
Voted to the highest position,
For his unlimited source of pot.
We existed on only this condition.

Soon, we were diseased,
Lost weight by tens of pounds.
Bit by bit our breath was released.
Truly, a parent’s love knows no bounds.

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