"Where ya been old friend?"
"I've got despair
making a monkey
out of my back,
loneliness is wringing
my heart out like a rag
soaked in bitter tears,
and age just bent a couple of
wrinkles round my smile."
"The world's at war,
and I'm feeling guilty,
just another old warrior,
left home to read it in the news."
"You're usually around
at times like these,
though you do have the habit,
of being a rhymer with amnesia
or a couplet severed
from it's lesser half."
"I can easily forgive
your absenteeism,
But I can't forget
what it's left me with."
"I need to right
what's skewed,
I need the rite
of passages,
short and lengthy,
I simply need to write,
I am a Cheech
without your Chong,
I am a song
without your voice."
"And please pardon
this humble attempt
to invite your return,
But without your input,
I am just a hack."
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