For those tired of the usual "friend" poems, here is a touch of reality.

 

When you are sad ... ...

I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge

against the scum sucking bastard who made you sad.

 

When you are blue ... ...

I'll try to dislodge whatever's choking you.

 

When you smile ... ...

I'll know you finally got laid.

 

When you are scared ... ...

I will rag you about it every chance I get.

 

When you are worried ... ...

I will tell you horrible stories about how

much worse it could be and to quit whining.

 

When you are confused ... ...

I will use little words to explain it to your

dumb ass.

 

When you are sick ... ...

Stay away from me until you're well again, I

don't want whatever you have.

 

When you fall ... ...

I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

 

This is my oath ... ...

I pledge till the end. Why you may ask? ...

 

Because you're my friend.

 




Friends help you move. Real friends help you move bodies.