So here we are.
Today’s Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo) entry is just a wee little couplet:
the complexity of friendship
Oh how I’ve loved to sit with you and blab
But fuck you, friend -- you’ve stuck me with the tab
The end.
Actually, I like to treat my friends to meals. Not all poems are personal.
Yes indeed. Welcome to me.
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