poetry

for being stupid

i was stupid enough to be friend with my childhood bully, now what? idk, noone knows, the future is a mystery my friend.

In the past you hated,

you poked,

 you ridiculed.

Bout time you got karma.

I could call you everything in the book

But by the look of the cards life has given you.

I don’t need to.

Now experience what i did for the past 9 years.

Then see if you don’t end up in black and cut.

Now if by fate, all your friends they hate.

They dish what you dished out.

Yet i was stupid enough to come in and save one friend.