Strange Friend
STRANGE FRIEND
I had a friend both on Facebook and meeting him in person
he often sent me words of wisdom said by a famous person,
about loyalty and honesty, I often find these saying rather
banal and self-evident.
His dream was to be rich and have a big car, but like me, we
didn´t have the talent other than buying a lottery ticket.
I think he was selling things and made a modest living,
I tried to write and was equally unsuccessful, but we tried
in our clumsy way to find a road forward.
I often thought he didn´t really like me that much he was,
I think jealous of my relaxed attitude to life`s strange ways
And the disinterest in money.
I think he found me arrogant for calling a spade a spade,
people do not take the truth lightly, do I?
Suddenly he unfriended me on Facebook and declared
he didn´t want to see me again.
This tiding was pleasant I no longer had to pretend he was boring
and his range of conversations limited.
I have lost a few “friends” on Facebook, but it means very little
perhaps I should tone it down a little, be all friendly, that will be the day
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