What Are Friends For? Poem by ktarcus ...

Rolling through my brain
The words of eminent fakir's call
Confucius, mind expanding,
Building still the wall.

Plato tried and still he died,
A broke Greek tragedy
Whilst Dr spock would advocate
Keep children on your knee.

Buying yet another bottle For the drunkard Aristotle
As they tell you all to hasten and repent,
Well I tell you now forget them
For their words have all been spent.

I have been down to the river
I have taken of the potion
I have dreamed in opiates hallowed halls
I have come up with MY notion.

Live your life as would a nun
Or better still a monk
Give to me all of your property
I will relieve you of your junk.

I will live your pain and suffering
So your time you will not rue it
Life is tough at times my friends
But just for you... I'll do it!