you plot revenge against

the sorry bastard who made you sad.

When you are blue, I'll try to dislodge whatever

is choking you.

When you are scared, I will rag you about it

every chance I get.

When you are worried, I will tell you horrible

stories about how much

worse it could be and to shut up.

When you are confused, I will use little words

to explain it to you, you

thick idiot.

When you are sick, stay the hell away from me

until you're well again. I

don't want to catch it.

When you fall, I will point and laugh at you -

clumsy tart!

This is my oath, I pledge 'till the end.

Send this poem to at least five friends or else

you will get depressed

because you realise you only have 2 friends, and

one of them is not

speaking to you right now anyway.

P.S. A friend will help you move house but a

really good friend will