Seven Ways of Losing a Friend

The strictly forbidden desire

Them objecting making you a ball of fire

Though love was your intent

All you will bring is torment

And all those you trust

Will fall away because of lust

Mountains of food standing high

Are eaten away in the blink of an eye

Nothing matters but food galore

And most will say you are done for

So while you taste of something muttony

You will be alone in your gluttony

Showing off can be a good deed

But not at the level that you exceed

Some talents are not meant to be shared

Especially if those around haven’t cared

As you walk a magnificent stride

None will watch because of your pride

The bell to work starts ringing

But you won’t stop sleeping

Always tired and calm, but never excited

Makes your colleagues not delighted

Because your lazy no one would want to troth

With the one who is a sloth

One mistake will have you in a fury

Mates rushing you to the jury

Throwing, punching, calling names

Everyone can see you in your flames

No one will dare be in your path

Since all you have is wrath

Wanting and stealing are two different things

But oh how horrible is the way you act as kings

You ask for much on your birthday

But still aren’t satisfied with their hooray

People will say you act like an ungrateful reed

As long as you live with greed

Green is color of what you do

You are never impressed by you

Others have it all, talents and more

Being yourself is an awful bore

You’d rather even be a senvy

Than be with friends, yes you are envy