let me ask that today
what is friendship to you?
me always at the spending end
and you always the bill
me as the hospitable host always
and you as the demanding parasite
let me ask that to you now
what is friendship to you?
you do not really care
about how i feel
it seems i am always the blanket
and you are the cold one inside it
could be that i am the mat
at the footsteps on the door
or the rug always ready for the floor
or the handkerchief
always obliging to your sneeze
or the cap
covering for your needed nap
watch me, for soon
i will take your definition
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