He was quiet
He kept to himself
The only person he’d talk to
Was his brother
He rarely left his room
The only time I can recall seeing him
Was when we would pass him
In the hallway when he was on his
Solitary journey to the cafeteria
He wanted to go to the moon
The dark side
And he wanted to stay there
When he wasn’t too busy
Cleaning the resin out of his bong
He would trip by himself to Floyd
Time permitting
He’d immerse himself in more LSD
And treat himself to repeated viewings
Of A Clockwork Orange
Last I heard
He dropped out of school
He went so deep into space
He never made it back to earth
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