They say I found a friend in you,
a friend, I say,
how very odd
that one should come my way.
God - a friend, I should rejoice,
 (see me cartwheel, watch me sway)
a friend? What can I say? Choice!
Choice?
Mmm. There's the rub, or as they say
in outer somewhere, there's the grub, the maggot,
the faggot at the end of the fishing line - Jesus,
a friend! Hold me back.
Bag it
before it breeds or infests something.
The fuss,
the phone calls during my favourite show. Oh, I fear
I can see it all now:
it's needing to talk,
it's needing to share, to unload -
always the unloading, like I've DUMP HERE
branded onto my face. Goad
me not with the purple praise of platonic platitudes -
I say - get thee hence thy vile smear,
I've no need of friends like that  here.
Like it - that one there, no, don't stare -
you're going to think I care,
like I care.