When I asked you a favor,
you shrieked as if I had put
a knife on your foreskin.
Yet, you more than I have
had unfettered access
to the largesse accruing
to the tenure of our friendship.
Our thin, red line of affection
can only stretch so far till
a bee's spittle rends it,
till I call in my chips
and remind you of
much that's taken for granted.
Let's therefore find
our separate paths and smile
at this simulation of a bond, for,
friendship is not an end in itself,
but an expression of vulnerability.
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