Old friends

I once had a friend
who was a paedophile
It’s just a phase I swear 

Someone found his stash
at a gaming party
when he passed out first
we all saw what he thought was hidden

We didnt even know how to react—
so we made fun of him and called him a CPA ’til he figured it out—

He used to wish me a happy birthday on 11/11,
was the last of my old friends that did so

But when I’d get drunk—I’d get loud—I’d
get crazy, unpredictable and insane—
and he would shush me to be quiet
like he was still afraid
after all that time
I’d write this poem out loud
for everyone to hear

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2 thoughts on “Old friends

  1. daodeqi

    I dig how you write stuff that no one else will say! (Brittany, just the same) Great art makes a person uncomfortable, vulnerable, question themselves; and you sir are a great artist. (Sure glad you haven’t seen my in my closet though)

    Reply

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