As me, I ain’t got no friends.
Excuse the vulgar rhyme,
All friends of mine I dump with time.
Through the past I draw the line.
I don’t take allegiance oaths
Under the sentiments of moments
And guard my very soul as go
Of any compliments they throw.
But value I my dear foes,
I do handpick them diligently.
And spice up my life (like a bitchy wife)
By cursing them belligerently.
For that I value my foes,
They aren’t no morons. That’s my choice!
Those guys are evil, sharp and mean,
Ominous and terrible.
Hostility is foe of spleen
And renders the life more bearable.
Перевел с оригинала Фридриха Барбароссы, а орининал по ссылке
http://stihi.ru/2006/08/18-1168
As me, I ain t got no friends
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