Dear Chongo, Dear Chongo, my life's at an end
And it's all on account of an imaginary friend
He haunts me by daytime, he haunts me at night,
He bugs me at breakfast, and it just isn't right!
I just can't think straight 'cuz he badgers me so,
And my grip on reality's starting to go.
And sending you my story is all I can do!
ANd I think you can help, cuz he's an ugly chimp too!

Si-i-ii-iigned,

Disassociative