Buddy was quiet, solemn and sad.
Buddy was the worst guest ever had.
Hated tradition, his inhibitions
Came full circle.
Tradition was hurtful.
Buddy was a jerk though
He didn’t care.
Life out there
Held no promise
Buddy didn’t want this
Life of pretend
Where the accolades end
And the bullshit started to roll.
Buddy’d rather go
To a remote cave
Where he might save
His soul
From the goal
Of never ending happiness
Cause Buddy was blessed
With historical discernment
That really, really bent
His need to be with others.
If Buddy had his druthers.
He’d rather be home alone.
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