When you don't have friends,
When you are successful and you win,
When things you do, go your way,
Is also when so-called friends go astray!!

When you do have money and
they do come around,
When you are suddenly broke and
they're no where to be found,

All you wanted was
a friend to the end, but
All in return, you just
got people that pretend!!

You're the type of
person that'll go all in,
to lend a helping hand,
to a so-called dear friend,

to bend over backwards and
to try help them through, but
you could only do so much,
what more can you do???

Then THEY GET MAD and
START FEELING ALL BLUE,
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND!!!"
YOU'RE ****,
YOU'RE WORTHLESS,
I CONFIDED IN YOU!!!,

You BETRAYED and DEGRADED ME,
JUST OUT HERE HAVING FITS,
THEY FEEL You're NOT A TRUE FRIEND
BUT A HYPOCRITE,
FROM A FRIEND TO FOE,
TIME TO LET THEM GO!!!

I can't believe you did this,
SOME FRIEND YOU ARE!!,
YOU USE TO BE COOL, BUT
NOW, YOU THINK YOU'RE A STAR!!

I'LL FORGIVE YOU RIGHT NOW,
I WILL NEED TIME TO MEND
AS FAR AS THIS FRIENDSHIP,
THIS FRIENDSHIP HAS TO END!!!

When you don't have friends
When things just aren't the same
When you did me wrong and
you're the one to BLAME,

YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS, and
THEY HAVE DONE YOU WRONG!!!
YOU HAVE A FRIEND IN JESUS,
THROUGH THESE WORDS BE STRONG!!!


B.R.
Date: 3/12/2025

Note: My Silly Writing


The Alligator and
the Crocodile,
They haven't seen each other
in quite a while,
When times were easy, and
Life was greater,
the last the croc said:
See you later Alligator,
and the Last Gator replied
with glee in his eyes,
after a while crocodile,
as they both realized,
It's been a while and
It's been quite a minute,
Since The last time they spoke, and
when the times
have been Splendid!!
It's time that we part,
It's been a while crocodile,
I'll see you later alligator, and
Let's not make it a whole!!!


B.R.
Date: 2/5/2025

I was a hair late.
Those mere hours were enough for her to put me on the back burner,
And move someone else to the front.
I was left wanting, waiting, and waning.

Yes, we will exchange pleasantries,
And even embrace on occasion.
But the embraces will be nothing more than reminders of how platonic I am,
Or how pathetic I've become.

The wayside by which I stand cannot be overcome by merely remaining hopeful.
Yet, the time for action has passed.
Though I still pine like the ghost of Neruda.