by Alan David Pritchard

Created on: October 29, 2008

Like I care

They say I found a friend in you,

a friend, I say,

how very odd

that one should come my way.

God a friend, I should rejoice,

(see me cartwheel, watch me sway)

a friend? What can I say? Choice!

Choice?

Mmm. There's the rub, or as they say

in outer somewhere, there's the grub, the maggot,

the faggot at the end of the fishing line Jesus,

a friend! Hold me back.

Bag it

before it breeds or infests something.

The fuss,

the phone calls during my favourite show. Oh, I fear

I can see it all now:

it's needing to talk,

it's needing to share, to unload

always the unloading, like I've DUMP HERE

branded onto my face. Goad

me not with the purple praise of platonic platitudes

I say get thee hence thy vile smear,

I've no need of friends like that here.

Like it that one there, no, don't stare,

you're going to think that I care -

like I care.

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