If I were good for weed,
no doubt you’d be my
friend in deed.
Had I free-flowing booze,
my place would be the
one you’d choose.
As long as I had a 30-pack,
you’d come over and
keep coming back.
User friends? Nothing new.
It’s all about what they
can take from you.
Reality sucks. Truth is hard.
Milkshakes don’t bring
boys to my yard.
~gj duerrschmidt
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