With Friends Like You...
The other day I lost a friend - I believed that's what she was,
And while we've not met in the flesh, each morning she would buzz.
A different time, a different place - she'd survived what most would not,
Worldly and grateful - at least - that's what I thought.
So shocked when words turned ugly, quite sure it was a joke,
Or the onslaught of some illness - Tourette's Syndrome or a stroke?
You see, my friends, I wrote a poem - which rubbed her the wrong way,
She ordered me to 'PULL IT NOW!' - and thought I would obey!
This advice was non-constructive - I think you'll all agree.
Her behavior so bizarre - had she had too much chablis?
She told me I should "learn to write" - although I work so hard,
True friends think of feelings - she'd shown mine no regard.
I must admit it shook me - were my facts and figures wrong?
Did my punctuation stink? Was my platform far from strong?
She was sure that I'd be heckled, even horribly abused,
Then told me where to shove my ignoramus views!
With jaundiced eye that poem is raked, as confidence is shaken,
She spouts cruel, nasty words - and I think I'm mistaken?
How quickly human nature turns from proud to insecure,
When from the blue another comes and treats you like manure!
Imagine my sheer pleasure - finding comments sweet and warm,
There was only one more task that I needed to perform!
Rushing back to Facebook - this was no time to be lazy,
My 'friends' are now reduced by one - the one that's clearly crazy!