Friends Aint No Numbers Poem by John Sensele

Friends ain't no cucumbers
To collect and collate
Like numb numbers
Which your FB page dilate and inflate.

Friends ain't no chattels
For sale to the highest bidder
In hosier hotels
Where in style you imbibe cider.

Friends ain't no statistics
For data analysis and praxis
On your computer gymnastics
On either x or y axis.

Friends ain't objects of ridicule
For taunts and tweets
Where your miniscule
Palate probes sweets.