Just A Friend

To fight is not right.
I don't like to go out at night.
I am too heavy & fat.
I don't want to be like that.
I want to feel attractive & be sexually active.
I want to be someone to marry.
Before I die & get buried.

In the day I play with my cat,
I don't feel the need to chat.
Remember the time when you moved away?
Together I wanted us to stay.
18 years later finally came that day.
It was in June the month after May.
You were working at Campland by the Bay.

Now. You got a job at Denny's.
That is good because I know there is not many.

Earning money is good.
Something everybody has to do & should.
I would get a job if only I could.
It is ghetto in my neighborhood.

(Author Notes:
About Jeramy Stanfield my '"friend")

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