Friends have been dead to me
Begged me
On bended knee
Spare me your pity
Your judgment
Your envy
I just want your friendship
I don’t need
Your enmity
Only you
Make me
Your enemy
Then be my friend again
Nothing could change that
But they
Lose their way
And we cannot rephrase that
Without sounding deep
In the worry about
We can only cut deep
In more reasons to doubt
One another’s integrity
Manly
Identity
Loyalty
Honesty
Honestly, everything
Save for the rain on parades
In good fun
And that’s all that I meant
By the quick-to-draw gun