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When Your Best Friend Loves a Dud
If your best mate loves a dud,
Bite your tongue — spit the blood;
Truth may feel like noble rot,
But that's the lot that you've got.
Can’t stand your best friend’s other half?
Then practice your best polite stage-laugh;
For love has traps beneath sweet flowers,
And sulks have lasting corrosive powers.
Just roll your eyes, with subtle disdain,
Meet one-by-one when you meet again;
Keep the jokes in coat of armor's chain,
Lest your friendship starts to wane.
You thought, this crush will surely fluff,
Your friendship was built of stronger stuff.
You've tried all sorts of biff and bluff—
But turns it out your silly sass was not enough.
So grit your teeth, send sighs into the air,
With a perfect vacant and distant stare;
To the grim and glum, just give a nod and hum,
Let your soul settle gently, slack and numb.
For while honesty may feel divine,
Tact’s the shovel needed in this mine;
Say just what seems so nice, then look away—
To live in peace to savor one more day.
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