I've been to many places
but not as many as
I've experienced two faces.
Suppose to be friends,
one face depends,
the other after my ends.
If not after anything,
they still want something,
don't give you get nothing.

Don't kiss azz right,
in comes the dark of night,
so goes the stupid plight,
forget about being slight,
waving a fist just might,
go ahead fly a kite,
some of my verse is trite,
still more complicated than
the smallest mite,
can't say I have some friends
that are out of sight.
Out of sight meaning super,
most of my friends
I wouldn't even use a poop scooper.
I'd leave them on the ground,
no bullchit lost or found.

Bunch of two faced suns of witches,
dropping bullchit in the ditches,
probably needing hemroid stitches.
Might as well be face sitting,
azz probably smell better chitting.
Good friends are hard to find,
especially those loving and kind.
I've got half a mind,
must be one half
or either I'm eye open blind,
for fooling around with
the inconsiderate selfish kind.

OnepoetGem