Poem by Chris Bunton
What is a friend to me?
Well it’s none of those
SOB’s
If you know what I mean.
A friend invites me places,
They want me to come.
Not as a charity.
But, because they enjoy me.
A friend doesn’t,
tell me what to do.
They don’t play stupid,
Tough love games.
My friends mind,
Their own business.
And I mind my own.
They don’t cross lines.
My friends laugh,
When I’m inappropriate.
They don’t call me out,
And I don’t call them out.
I don’t have to lie,
To my real friends.
They never ask,
And can handle the truth.
In case you wondered,
I don’t have many friends.
I toss them away
When they cross me.
And they always cross me.
Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“ His newest book is called “The Future is Coming” and is a collection of dystopian short stories.
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