The Sociables

by The Juicer

Old friends wreak,
History.
Drums, battleships, blood and guns.
Let them not forget.

New friends are,
Individuality.
Hum along, no, sing your tune.
I don’t see like you do. This future song.

And those friended –
Like champagne.
Boom! Pull the cork.
Dissipate in bubbles. No sooner than.

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