some friend you were
crude and foul and restless
ranting on and on
about all the little things
and all the greater things
while i listened
as i advised
but you did not stop to hear
did not stop to feel
the pain of mine
when i wished to be heard

some friend you were
always pleasant
almost never there
you didn't really care
you had so many things to do
claiming a relationship
between me and you and others
but you were a passerby
just a happy bird that always nested
on other trees

some friends you were
for many years
one would expect
some tears from you
but no, not even one
the things we shared were few
only i dared say that
because not even one
of you did bargain
not even one cared
i smell of rot still
miserable fools

you, some friend you were
the trusted one
you owed me very much
honeyed words won't do
i needed some friend too
was too much, i guess
i' d ask for more
but you've already crossed me
wretched ****
to me, from you, with hatred

and lastly, you,
i won't talk about you
not here too
i pretend you are forgotten
you were the best
and so much more
but i' ll remember you
as both, so... no...