your kind of friendship is the consolation prize in a fixed game it is a beige baby born with an ironic surname it is 400 years of house work instead of field work it is not passing me around to your pals for the pork whatever excuses i know the truth like the handprint of a slap whatever reasons you tell me or yourself that i'm a friend with a flap if my mother was a ruth and not a mary if even though we don't want to we could marry if not for an accident of birth you could see what my love or my friendship was worth my friendship would drive me to call if i don't see you for some days you would never have to ask because you'd never have to wonder if i liked you and which ways but wonder and ask is what i had to do and my answer is that i have better friends than you