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