Friends.
They don't last forever.
They flow like the weather.
You can't stop them if they leave.
You can't be overwhelmed with greif.
You can't control the bullshit that come out of their mouths.
They just hurt you. Bite you with their snouts.
Not all are bad.
Sometimes. You'd be glad.
But that doesn't mean you wont be mad.
Silence.
Shush your dirty mouth.
You don't know what your talking about so just get out.
