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A Falling Out of Sorts; of the Kind That's Normal
I’ve had a tiff with my bestie,
with the one who’s quite zesty.
The one I rush to when I’m listless,
when I need a true friend priceless.
I’ve had a row with my reliable go-to,
over an issue that now I so clearly rue.
With the only one who lifts my spirits,
when I need a sweet reminder of my merits.
I’ve had an argument, oh so fraught,
and it’s not even one I actively sought.
I know not how I came to this point,
this decision I myself with did anoint.
I’ve had a spat so ugly and mean,
with the one who makes me less lean.
I’ve quarrelled with the one who’s an addiction,
I’ve cast blame outwards with sly sedition.
“My friend,” I said, “you’re an evil temptation.
You make me high, and then I face damnation!”
I’ve tearfully resolved to stay very, very far,
from any darn delicious chocolate bar!
Copyright ©
Hidayat Adams
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