I’m not a friend
to rely on
but I’ll show up—
sometimes.
I’m not a friend
who answers the phone—
it’s pretty rare.
I’m not a good friend,
by any stretch—
yet I’ll help you,
if I can.
Yeah okay so I’m a bad friend—
but fairly honest,
if that counts.
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The honesty of this poem made me laugh!
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And that image – yikes!
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Thanks Nolcha!
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Thank you for brightening my day!
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Not all of us learn the basic social graces…
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or maybe just aren’t able to practice them
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Guilty as charged. Although I’ve learned a few tricks to appear socially acceptable. But I have to run by fast before anybody notices what a rhinoceros I am.
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you don’t like rules! so it must be hard to play by them
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You’re right, I’m no fan of rules. Some I have to follow. The rest I ignore…….
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In such a few lines, you wrote an epic poem. I can relate to this really well. Thank you for the amazing experience Catherin.
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you sound like a fellow neurodivergent! thank you for commenting : )
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I’m neurodivergent, too. I only found the word a couple of months ago and said yes!
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all the best poets are ; )
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You’re so kind Erwin!
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