The Friend

You tell me you’re here for me, friend

Let’s not start what you rush to say

I might hate you to hear it this day

You want to crash things for which I care

This staggered insult I will not bear

None intended, I think

That you can’t see it pulls me to the brink

Your Bank of Experience

Bests the Trust of Innocence

Paying higher dividends

Your only value of value

While the assets topple

Bit by raging bit

You’d gather the flowers of a hundred worlds

Burn them to embers

Write the future in ash

Your evidence of experience

Could prove there’s life on Venus

Care to visit and look?

My parents fought you

Their parents, too

Digging that hot grave for earthly life

Do your fingers melt?

You think you’ve witnessed the end of history

No, it’s just the end