My Friend Chris

He started with the sun,
lived briefly as a velociraptor,
played croquet with the queen of corporations,
took a smoke break,
studied under a Mexican iguana,
ate some berries that grew from a black fruit girl,
stated he has never been so gone,
looked rather like his father,
and even a little like mine,
which would make Chris my brother,
and if you're real,
thine.