My Best Friend

My best friend (at the time)
Could be rather cold.

But had a hot temper
Spitting fire.

No conscience
Nor scruples
And if required

Would have killed me.

Equally at home
In victory or defeat

How long before he joins me?

Obsolete.









Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2007-11-04 at 14:02

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Yanto
My Gun

Long mothballed
2011-02-15


Zoya Zaidi
Hi Yanto, this is a very intruiging poem indeed!
But, beautifully presented, in few effective words!
(((Hugs)))
Love,
Zoya
2007-11-05