I Have This Friend…

Have this friend have I,

Yes I am sure it is hard to believe,

If you knew him you would see why I grieve,

He is such a pus, yes the stuff from a wound, not the blood,

I am herein saying this in total humor, as I love this man,

And that is absolutely no freakin’ rumor,

But I love to call him dickweed, he therein now knows,

Who I am writing about, I didn’t say that he blows…J

                   YET!

Anyway, a drinker of Corona’s with limes is he,

Will get high with me, when available he does,

Lives in a Midwestern state with a woman, his queen,

She must have the heart of a saint or the blessed mother,

For not many can live with nor put up with a certain other…

I hear from them too little, I see them even less,

But one day I will get to do so, till then I do bless,

His queen and friend of mine, her name starts with a “b”,

She has been the best for this man,

But for her, he has been something, also, that starts with a B…

                             © ed – 4/26/04