Diary of a friend

The friend in deed
The one who put you in need
Cared not if you didn’t feed

Lets head out of town,
Bring your sorrows in stories
No fuss,bills are paid

Take a sip and more
A toast to years with nothing to show
Drown your troubles in the gin

They take vids of your wasted self
With a running mouth and bad behaviour
Sleep g,till next week on end

How the week is heavy on you
With bills pending,no food
Yet the weekend was lit,litter is the one ahead

Now you have a few coins
For the new formation coming
And a health failing,a life falling

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