don't worry, it's just another dead friendship

I hear you mock the man
and crack boards against his name:

liar, fool, idiot and crook
corrupt pig bastard stinking ass richboy

drunken fowl shot broken hearted
fat fuck of a scum sucking weasel.

you list your grievances in terms of:
war crimes, corporate shenanigans,
utter folly, and contemptuous religious hypocrisy.

I listen closely.

I like you.

Each accusation though is false.
It is built on presumptions of guilt,
inhumanity, deceipt, and rage.

This is who you are to me.
When you speak,
I hear only what you think you know.

Where you were once full of love
now, I realize
you are dead.

You blame the man.
I know the truth.