I feel like I've been left in the dust
like i was playing blackjack and i just bust
losing would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me
we've gone through a lot of fun times together
member that one time we played basketball in not too nice of weather?
i like the technique you use to make a pop-tart
but know i just feel like we're growing apart
family names a coincidence?
i think not
a friendship like this could not be bought
you were my Sta-sister
from the beginning
a homeless pal to the end
i wish i could be winning or at least be ahead around the bend
no longer can it be faked
i would rather be "pancaked"
than to just sit here and be
shake and baked
by some chick that doesn't even play b-ball
but i bet she'll go far
and not wind up in a bar like me
cause that's where I'll be going
once I'm old enough of course
to drink away the sorrow that i should have let someone else barrow
but as long as I'm not shot
walking by the back lot of juvey
by some dudes smoking pot
then you'll always be my best friend
even though i may not be your first choice
but you'll always be mine
so now I'm going to celebrate and drink some non-alcoholic wine!
this is a poem about my best friend i don't think i can call her that anymore but whatever most of the subjects in this poem are inside jokes so please do not take them offensively thank you please leave comments
