like a collapsed building,
bitter to taste
like bitter leaf soup,
and wicked
like queen Jezebel
when bad friends
litter around you
like crowd of vultures
on a dead soul.
In good times,
they smile with you,
painting their thirty two teeth
in the cloth of pretence,
and hiding secretly
in the canker worm of their shell
and causing deception to your lost soul.
In bad times,
they scatter like winds,
dispersing like a crowd
running away from a disgust
gas released out of the anus.
Walking on the shadow of life,
the jungle of tough trials,
the road of thorns and nails,
a collusion of frustration
and bitter struggle,
selling burdens that sucks,
flowing like a river that never dry,
inhabited by humans and inhumans
can bring about disease to the future,
castrated success and
decay to happiness with wrong friends.
A saying goes,
"show me your friend and I will tell you who you are."
so choose, select, seperate,
pick, organize and arrange them.
the future is pregnant
but wise with your friends.
WHO IS YOUR FRIEND?
Hmmm... Choose ur friends, people dat will make ur life and not d ones dat will destroy it. Life is to short to hang out wit d wrong friends.
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