as you grow older
or as you get younger
as you get younger as you grow older,
yr friendships feel strengethened,
and you feel robust trees growing
in the soil of yr depths and emotions.
you feel betrayed
and yr soil yields bitter poison roots
and battered ugly emotions
in yr mind's eye.
you don't know how to interpret some facts
yet you know whose side yr on.
and you find
that time wilts
those pathetic chickenshit scenesters
into the background
to sulk in their own unfathomable emptiness,
and yr real friends grow more hearty,
you feed them soup homebrew and orzo
and into the wilderness in tooth and claw
they will fight a hearty wholesome fight
and perhaps the two shall never meet again.