Enough

Too much.
You. You've taken too much.
My only recovery, is to bitch with your friends,
To steal your loved ones from under your nose.
I steal those who loved you.
Fuck those you loved.

What's the worst that could happen?
Talk about you?
Discuss you with your beloved?

Allow to form in my mind the
Vivid realisation that
You
Are
No
Friend.

Take my money.
My hard earned, charity funded money.
Spend it on your clothes.
Your shoes.
Your token gesture drinks.

No.
This is it.
Tonight it all changes.
Because they, your long loved friends,
They, agree
With
Me.