Friends

Friends

Some friends may fade,
While others stay.
Sometime you may be afraid,
To express yourself and say…

True friends love,
And fake ones run.
They think they’re above
But the fight had just begun.

They think they’re all that,
But they’re not.
I just think they’re all fags,
So that’s it I’ll just do a boycott.

Enough of that, good friends are there,
Through good and bad.
There are no affairs,
That’s why I’m glad.

They love me,
As I do to them.
Even if I have a bad case of acne
I wrote it for them, this poem.

Fake Friends:

They come and they go,
Why are they so fake?
I ask and let the airflow,
So, who cares? I say they’re all snakes.

Disappear, go here
Up and down. Make up your mind
I think I’ll leave them this year.
This is my life and it’s already defined.

Just fuck off,
Be afraid don’t come near me.
They just rip-off; so brush-off.
And be afraid ‘cause I’ll defeat you with my army.

Should I continue?
Or just finish here?
Tell me ‘cause I feel a little blue.
I’ll follow my heart and shift to third gear.

One more, I promise
This is the one so pay attention.
I could suffocate fake friends and leave them breathless,
But wait, I have a better idea, let’s put them in an auction.