a buck and the clothes i'm wearing

a poem about friendship. from a negative position.

friends should always be there for you.
some people don't understand the meaning of what a friend is,
and what it takes to be a good friend.

cement is a good friend to a brick.
but sometimes the cement crumbles.

the world are good fiends to me.
they take what they can from me,
dump me on a roadside alone,
with only a buck and the clothes i'm wearing,
and then they pick up the person standing, hitch hiking 200 yards from me.
and then i realise all they wanted was a little fun on the ride...