The Wrong Continent

You're so self obsessed it's infuriating
he once said
and little did I know
my friend would beat up your friend
I said
and she says, not my friend
but I met her at your party
I say

the bastard friend
of us bastard children
looking for our mums
looking for a friend

dadless children
walking around
naked
in an unattractive light
with bruises all around

aggression
your blue black eyes
I almost checked myself into
the chateau
the monastery
the chateau du monastery

children of divorce
provencial
she's not French I told the Austrian
and we surmised
the American boys are
all afraid of commitment

thus
we're on the wrong continent.
Intensely wrong.

Friend or Fool?

I have walked alone
I have cried many fears
I have suffered the company of zeros
been torn down by yellow jackets
sworn to tears by scorpions
scratched at and daggers by monkeys and dragons

You can apologize you feel bad for being honest
I am not afraid of the truth
It doesn't mean I will like you
When you can't see the beauty in what is

You can walk away with your tail between your legs
because I stand up for myself
You can try to turn the tables
for your actions

I will gladly walk alone
Today
I will gladly go it alone
my way

I will appreciate your honesty
I will always respect you this
Doesn't mean we have to be friends

Does not mean, we have to be friends
what are friends anyway?
I have many and I have none

In the end, what are they anyway?
A friend or a fool
is it not one in the same?