"         , my invisble friend"

By Brent Moore

I have an invisible friend.
His name is        .

He wasn't born that way,
But he had an unfortunate accident
With a cloaked Klingon starship.

He went to high school with me.
He wasn't very popular.
We knew what he was thinking:
His feelings were transparent.
He felt empty inside.
He was always picked last for every sport --
Except Dodge ball.

Once he developed larangytis
And couldn't speak
We thought he had run away.
How could we tell?

He went to the University
And majored in philosophy.
He stayed up late
Drinking Crystal Pepsi
And reading H.G.Wells novels.

He couldn't think clearly.
He failed all of his classes
Because he wrote all his papers
With invisible ink.

Then he got a job.
He wasn't very good.
He was a mime.
His scenes were unseen.
Things were rather bleak.
But he had a good radio voice.

Then, he got a good job:
Working in the movie industry
Doing special effects.
All his co-workers went on strike.
Nobody noticed when
He crossed the picket line.
(He hid a concealed weopon.)

He married a great visible wife.
They had a spiritual relationship.
They had one and a half children.
They really had three children
but you could only see half of each one.

They had a pet invisible dog
and named him spotless.

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