SONNET FOR A BROKEN FRIEND
by Cubist
©2009 Cubist

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Shall I compare thee to a spider’s web—
Or to, instead, the scent-glands of a skunk?
For, like the first, your glamor doth not ebb
’Til by cruel acts that glamor is debunked.
And like the second-named, you bring distaste
To not just one, but many at a time;
And (surely not by chance!), you’re oft well-placed
To witness the full outcome of your crime.
I won’t pretend I understand your mind,
Nor yet the drives that spur you to behave
In manner meet to kindle friendship fine
Until you send that friendship to the grave.
    Too many have you fed with honey spiked;
    So please, do not complain you are unliked.



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