As I waltz through my life
whiling away hours, weeks,
years & even decades
I never found a shortage
of certain undesirable sorts.
There seems to be
an asshole lurking
under every rock
& a bitch to be found
around any old corner.
The cretins aren’t coming.
They’re already here
They appear out of the mist
when you least expect them
always willing to lend a hurting hand.
There’s no longer any surprise
in finding someone new
only to learn they are not dependable.
You’re only an afterthought
they never truly care for.
As I get older
I find I have fewer friends
and more casual acquaintances
and that’s very much by design
as I try to keep my life real.
I’d rather be surrounded
by those relatively special few
that I know I can count on
than have thousands of false friends
valued at a dime a dozen.
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