Ungrateful Ones

You run... from pillar to post, stick your neck out, bend over backwards just to satisfy them. They're "your friends," or so you think. They ask for the moon, you give it two-fold. The thanks you get? Well, they watch you... brush your pearly-white teeth, rinse it out with Listerine so your breath smells... minty-fresh. But surprise, surprise! It stinks to them in your time of need. Forget the lips; you don't even get a kiss on the cheek for your troubles. They show you... zilch appreciation Not a thank you for all services rendered. Come time for them.. to return the favors They grimace and ask... "Who are you?" Sweet. Submitted for... It Is What It Is..........Or Is It? Poetry Contest (Winner: 8th Place) Sponsored by John lawless Date written: 12/04/2020