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.
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