Who is Your Friend?

Who is Your Friend?

Life crash on you

like a collapsed building,

bitter to taste

like bitter leaf soup

and wicked

like queen Jezebel

when bad friends

litter around you

like crowd of vultures

on a dead soul.

In good times,

they smile with you,

painting their thirty two teeth

in the cloth of pretence,

hiding secretly in the

cankerworm of their shell

and causing deception

to your lost soul.

In bad times,

they scatter like winds,

dispersing like a crowd

running away from a disgust

gas released out of the anus.

Walking on the shadow of life

the jungle of tough trials,

the road of thorns and nails,

a collusion of frustration

and bitter struggle,

selling burdens that sucks,

flowing like a river that never dry,

inhabited by humans and inhumans

can bring about disease to future,

castrated success

and decay to happiness.

A saying goes,

“Show me your friend and I will tell you who you are.”

Choose, select,  seperate,

pick, organize and  arrange them.

The future is pregnant but

wise with your friends.


2 thoughts on “Who is Your Friend?” by Alloywrite (@ify1986)

  1. Who is my friend?… *Thinking* Alloywrite is my new friend.

  2. The ill with this poem is that it is unremarkable.

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