What is Friendship?

Dancing at St. Ex while sick
with a combo of the swine flu
and death by…damn I am to sick
to come up with good metaphors.
What is this poem is really about,
is a man staying past 2AM with what
feels like the bird flu, because his
friend met a pretty girl and he looks
the happiest he’s been in a long time.
Yeah, this poem already sucks, but it’s
the act that is poetic, because even though
she has hot friends, I look and feel like the
main actor of some Lifetime Cancer-porn Movie.
But that’s ok, he’s happy, her friends are bored,
and I am just the dancing Monkey in Outbreak.

PS Happy 2 Year Anniversary.


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