I shake my head in total disbelief.

After all these years, you’re no longer my closest friend

Well fuck you! There, I’ll keep it nice and brief

and I’ll tell you something else my friend

telling you to fuck off is now a great release.

After all these years I’ve stood by you to the very end

But in return, all you do is sit there and gnash your teeth

Grow some balls you fucking girl

you’re no longer my closest friend. 

You prance around the place, like you own this joint

Well guess what? You don’t own this fucking city!

We all do! How many times must I stress this point!

Who died and made you God? You, I no longer pity.

You’re always right, might I have a viewpoint?

Fuck no! Perish that thought. I’m close to breaking point.

Look at your clothes they’re so dirty and gritty

yet it’s never you to blame, but the people

who stop, stare and share this city.

You say, I’m to blame, ‘cause I erupt into a naked flame

No fucking wonder, you push and then you push some more

always cursing and calling me names.

We’ve traveled 35 years and always as the best of friends,

but now we’re really bitter friends. 

What a fucking shame.

Copyright © Steve Goldsmith 2010