What’s become of friendship
Has it sunk into the sea
Scuttled by a bad drip
Flooded with deep enmity
Rotten right to the corps
Sadly devoid of esprit
No room in the lifeboat
For all those forced to flee
Soon no room in anything for anyone but me
Have we forsaken our affection
Thus betrayed community
To foster our connection
As but a commodity
Perhaps forgotten that perfection
Exists only in fantasy
As little more than a collection
Cells struggling for primacy
An extroverted introspection
To fellate with flattery
To embrace further rejection
Find offense in amity
Viewing life as our projection
Lose all focus then ennui
Blinded to all but our reflection
Ourselves the only thing we see
Some people see friends
As the means to an end
Where the hand extends
The selfish descend
To give with love is to receive
Love as its own reward
To offer others adoration
A fine way to be adored
When love is simply of the self
Affections one must hoard
Sinking in another friendship
You’re the only one on board
Some people see friends
As the means to an end
When the hand extends
The selfish descend
Where none comprehends
No one to defend
Friendship depends
On love to transcend
© 2011
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