You Can Buy Friends
A squat greek sips his ouzo
Fingering his gold neck chain
Robust corn-fed american beauties
Lick the salty rim of margaritas
In the corner lies a comatose musician
dreaming on the job again
you can't buy love
But you can buy friends
upon her breast a shiny crucifix
Holier than me I guess
Sheds friends like a snake sheds skin
Her laughter sounds so venomous
In his corner lies the once proud musician
Thinking on the job again
Writer/s: Rob Fetters
