The back-up to the back-up, to whom is a back-up still
You call yourself friend
Your displaced attitude tramples you into foe
We fought side by side
Through things that most others would abandon
Many of them did
My heart sang for your friendship, thinking you felt the same
I was nothing, short of wrong
What a pleasure it was to pick up all your garbage
The aftermath of your Murphy’s law
I wanted to be your door of opportunity
Only to be mocked as the mat that caught the mud of your shoes
One Guiding principle in life to still share though
My swan song, if you will
Be a good person because it is who you are
Not for what it may get you
Be honest
Be fair
Be gentle
Know your worth
Understand that poison can still taste like kool-aid
The way a snake no longer just crawls on its belly or has scales
Snakes wear some of the biggest & brightest smiles
While hissing through their teeth
Forgive them when they bite, for they will
Forgiveness is not ours to withhold
a bargaining chip to earn good graces
Forgiveness requires you to move on, fully & completely
For the snake’s nature is to strike, for its own survival alone
Good people want to save them
But to save them
We must leave them