The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Saturday, November 19, 2011

They called me buddy....

They called me buddy; it went out to my ears...
I was there for their friendship or fraternity and they wished me to be their confederate.
I was not amiss.
It was not a strong bond. 

They called me buddy.
I was like their dog perhaps.
I was there for their amusement,
But friendship or fraternity it was not to really be.

So if you want a buddy, find yourself a cat.

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