But I wish he would come back
And explain himself
This generation is not that one
At war with each other
Signs and portents were all around
And adversaries cast down
Like lightening
If he was here
I’d ask which English translation was best
And then smirk
He’d then smirk with me
Followed by jokes and laughter
About the memes he inspired
And the magical letters he composed
‘I came back already,’ he’d say confidently
‘Once was enough for me,’ he’d chuckle
While sipping a crafty concoction I made
We’d even take a selfie together
To prove who was wrong all along
And its caption would be priceless
‘He’s back! Just not as promised.’
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