I have a penchant for long titles...anyway, not standard verse, chorus, bridge structure, more like a soliloquy set to a rhythm and melody probably.

On dates who somehow manage to convey the opinion of their esteemed best friends, whatever the topic of conversation maybe

I know your best friend, like the back of my hand,

I understand her stands, her wants and demands, her

haunts, her lands, my mind is rife with her life; I wouldn’t

know her better even had I met her more than twice in my life.


Well, everytime, as of late, on a date,

you state or opine her refined views and

lines and everytime we watch the news

I’m given clues of her do’s and dont’s on the

state of the state; (sure, I think it’s great that

she’s wont to analyse and auspice the gradual rise

of the economy); or when its you and me and a movie

(and shoot me but I like to see my flicks quietly)

I get her views on sex, the city, and its a real pity

that she’s not seated right here between us having a witty

and heated debate of how to abate the increasing rate

of shitty films; I’ve learned she’s a fine woman to dine and wine

with, even when she’s not there.

What I find rather unkind is that

if she’s on your mind more than half the time

I’m absolutely fine, but why do you blame me

now that she’s on mine?

So..crit for crit?