diatribes like friendships can go on too long
anger spewed forth from the lips of a failed rock star
the one getting more rotund around the belt
white and balding, unshaven in ill-fitted clothes
i am yoko, nancy in a fantasy that i am the succubus
feeding off the talent of the cock endowed
that green eyed monster is seething again
the youth you so despise is peppered with wisdom
the kind washed up old men never find
we all need our literary feuds
so thus we have ours
this tongue creates everything you want and cannot have
my rising star is a funeral for a friend
whose empathy was feigned and whose ego
sabotaged his own success
