Wednesday, April 27, 2011

A poem about an ex friend


Noel

See how he bends his will
Upon the universe itself
Creating the situations that would
Put himself exactly where
He wants to be.

With a series of lies and half-truths
Spun together in a pseudo-calculated manner
And the presenting of himself
As the piteous and the helpless
Friend In Need.

His hole, he dug himself
His situation, of his own making
But nothing, No! Nothing!
Is ever his fault.
There is always an excuse
A pathetic excuse
                . . . of a man.

sometime in 2009
form: free
So, this guy used to be a good friend of mine/ours. He seemed like a nice guy. Then, he either just deteriorated or we got to see his true face. His obsession with an ex-coworker of mine screwed up our relationship with both him, and her and her family. When she kicked him out (after a year of leeching off of her), she and I managed to rebuild something that quasi-resembled a friendship, to make work a little less painful since circumstances forced us to interact more than we would have otherwise. She became the friend I could talk to about things I didnt care got spread around. I knew I couldn't trust her as far as I could throw her. I am sure she felt the same way.

Felt, because, well, other shit going on.


2 comments:

Renee Christy said...

He's mooching off Mary Ann the last I heard.

Unknown said...

@Renee: Poor Mary Ann. It's been something akin to a year now. He's probably going to be thrown out soon.

@Sari: there is no "Was" about it. He probably still is. He gave no signs of changing, and it makes me sad. I believe, at his core, he had the makings of being a decent person, but he let all the spite and bitterness change him into a fucking leech