Friends are few and far, far away,
reasonably far for a thug
in Chicago, who needs a friend,
end up ashes or in a grave,
nowhere near anyone you know,
down deep in the ocean, sunken
so deep no light hits the bottom,
arguably, I had friends once,
ran them all away, far away,
endless conversations with birds,
finches and sparrows in a bush,
endless arguments, their chatter
worth the little time I have left,
asinine to think, I had friends,
nobody knows how much I like
donkeys braying atop a hill,
forget the past, forget Cali
and Memphis, here in Chicago,
really only one friend who left,
for sure my girlfriend spends some time
asking me to go out, do things,
rest assured, I love her to death,
always and forever, they say,
when solitude hits, you're alone,
all by yourself, the pendulum,
you watch, swings back and forth,
click, click.
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