Friends on the Slide

Friends on the Slide

(a poem of sorts)

It’s funny

I used to make friends out of desperation

moulded like clay in order to support my inferiority.

Oh, they got paid in beer and bad jokes

And I was fiercely loyal to them when younger

which is more than can be said about them to me,

but I must have been very trying.

Loyalty to Yourself

is the noblest cause,

that some interpret as selfish.

You might be correct but look at you in the gutter

“Can I have the shirt off your back?”

Big hearts lead to Bad hearts.

A cynic is a frustrated idealist

I wish it were different

We need more Jesus Christs

females would be good,

living lives of austerity and penance

a critical mass

they need to be organised

just not outside Job Centres

where security guards hold

skipping ropes

for you to jump over.