FRIENDS

THE 'F' WORD They seed your ego. Their words chocolate coated smile and melt sweetly, on your taste buds. BUDS? shed tears From the heart? you’d swear they were real. The Crocodile Type? and when tragedy befalls, write you straight in the eyes not a vowel will blink. Believe? Your gentle nature craves it. Their SMILIES laugh. between a well timed a pause, they call you friend, Once, Twice Ad infinitum, , Real? A kiss on the lips, read mmmmoi, HUG, leave their scent, Suggest acts lips move, and, captions appear But you know, and your head lowers. Make believe? YES! you're in a cartoon. NO you are the cartoon. You can't walk where there are no grounds. Everyone’s long gone The sudden stop, breaks you.. No one catches you. You want to believe, but you are a rabbit in a hat nothing up my sleeves Abracadabra Poof. Armand Hamouth