Befriended Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

It's a crying shame when your best friend is someone that hates you; acknowledging the evil deceit of others that are close, betraying your well-being, assured one thing that's fact; by your foe is provided, because of their malice intent up front.


It's totally wrong of me to pick one's worst enemy as their favorite buddy, prefer them completely over those you were intended to love: but this pick, at least, will never alter its aim intended to cut down on your efforts, have no regrets.


Demons set will always try to belittle you, definitely be assured of that fact, attempting all their efforts aimed to always kill you: while those close to you are a gamble, roll of the dice of whether or not, had by you of life they might betray any course.


So, here are my determined-to-be choices; both giving odds with their pros and cons, between the two offers set selections, I must pick the lesser evil of them.