Did I hunt you down to bring disgrace?
Did I call you up on the telephone?
SMS you till your notif’s froze?
Did I yell out loud to fright you away?
Did I embarress you by calling it ‘ay?
Did I bang on and on till your all worn out,
Or frustrate you and made you shout.
Did even I stitch a tag on you,
or laugh at others who use of them too.
Have I ever broke your flow,
Or hindered your progress when you were low?
Did I ever poison the well,
piss in your pocket or push you to hell.
I’ll just laugh at the language that brought us together,
in all of its dialects and how it prefers leather.
I’ll wink at the friend with a slap on the back,
glad to see you, glad you are back.
I might ask you with what’s been up,
then listen intently while drinking my cup.
I might tell you a story about half of a joke,
and let you finish it so you get the trope.
Penialise puns with rhetoric regard,
laughing ever more, cause its hard hard hard.