I wasn’t his friend;
I was his masseuse.
I tried to be friends,
But it was no use.
He no longer comes;
What more can I say?
He told me that I
Rubbed him the wrong way.
I Wasn’t His Friend
August 9th, 2006 — Poems for Grownups, Quickies
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