Stand out

When you’re in the in crowd you’re bound to the proud.

If you stand out you get asked to stand out.

Watch what you say, mind before mouth.

It’s called the in crowd because you stand in.

Not because you stand out.

Friends

We’re full at last sung the feast of fools.

Fed fat from the fruit of fractured friends.

Their fickle faces found fun in falling favour.

Threw folly after faith.

Slipped failure under fortune’s feet.

So then followed the fair into the fire.

Fumbling maidens faintly fading.

The heart of folk foul and fading.

Feeble fists fought fury with fairness.

Fixed on fake hopes of false facades.

Go and forgo the final farewell.

But forget not the fables I here tell.