Next Level Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

So am I still you friend if
- if I poke your eye?
A toddler's bold experiment,
that's existential
without mean intent.
What if I grab or share?
I bite or stroke?
Am I your friend
if I go spread
a lie about you?
High school trials:
who's in? who's out?
What actions, words
yield pride
or guilt or doubt?
What's private?
What is trust?
Respect? and why.
Am I your friend
if I move in your house?
I drink your booze?
Or steal the cash you earn?
Or punch your face?
(I guess I didn't learn)
Or start a rumor?
If I bed your spouse?
The game is still the same,
but if you're wise
you'll sense the pain
as consequences rise.