Friends Poem by Prince Froggy Mwalimu

Tonight i scribble my quill,
each drop of ink will bear a name,
a name of who is mah friend,

the white paper will be dirtified by a list of friends,
i try to recall of 'em,

friends who are just but best,
friends who fill my ocean of happiness with streams of love,
friends who give to me not that i asked but solely give,
friends who are mah fields for me to sow em with love and reap with thanksgiving.
friends mmmmmh
if a friend must know the ebb of my tide, let him know its flood also.
for tonight the flood will wash away my fake friends, whose roots have grown to my wallet.