Poetry

Factions

Friends and functions

make us proud.

Work can lull

but the nights are loud.

We band together

for hype and ooh rah’s.

Then factions break

by un-greased hoopla.

Piece it back,

we do it together.

Make others wonder

if they can have forever.

What we are is special,

under one’s boots and teeth.

Be the rod that keeps it steady,

and sweet and fine and neat!

What are friends for?

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