Sunday, April 26, 2015

The Glass Friend

You all will miss me when I'm gone.

Who will console you
when trash is treating
you like trash?

When your favorite
backup plan isn't
around to pinch hit
for your cherished men

What will you do then?

What will you do when
your drug intermediary
ain't so gladly merry
to help fuel your
chemical need for escape?

Who will do for you then?

Who will soothe your ills
after everyone else backs off
before obligation barks,
dragging out guilted service from them

Who will care for you then?

Who will will be there for you
as I stay deep in my den,
stirring only for the people
who remember me beyond
being a means to an end?

Who will love you better than your glass friend?

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