Friendship in the days of Capital

Is a meager, seasonal thing.

It is made of a hurried nod or two,

And astute positioning.

 

Those that have a boat or two

Will rarely ever burn them.

Those that have none at all

Look cannily to earn them.

 

Words are spoken with due regard

To likely consequence.

The fool that spills her honesty

Has cold recompense.

 

Even the abandon of a friendly drink

Is spiked with hesitant caution.

Old human things are carefully

Distilled with protective lotion.

 

Logos take the place of words—

They  keep the soul in check.

The hi is quickly sealed with the bye,

Not risking what the heck.

 

Few friends nowadays override

The call of time and money.

Tepid  smiles cut short a laugh

From being boldly sunny.

 

The I dissuades the we

From felt camaraderie.

Most friends fear the foliage

That burgeons in sincerity.

 

We now define our successes

As the successful rate their worth.

Failures, however resplendent,

Are things of superior mirth.

 

So, if you still have some friends

Unblemished by Capial’s unlovely features,

Hold on to them with tooth and claw–

They are truly transcendent creatures.

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