Friendship 3

I rather be you than me. I feel cornered like a rat, when you are asking me questions like what makes me ticking, and when I am going to brake down, when you are bumming a free cigarette from me. Have a one, two, have five to celebrate the end of friendship which exploded like fireworks. I rather be you than me: free computer and paper, free lunches. Boom, there goes one friendship. Inside, deep inside - ouch - it hurts. You said you changed. I guess you did. Next time, when I'll meet your cat I shall bring him a present: a box from Altoids full of very hungry flies. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 4/10/2011