Our Friendship's Future

May be it's that life,
Just isn't what it seemed to be,
May be it's that all my friends,
Just couldn't care for me,

Or may be it's that home just,
Isn't home when you are there,
Or may be you just can't be bothered,
Or, god forbid, don't care,

Or may be it's that cleavers,
Shouldn't be swung at my legs,
It may be that I don't approve,
Of buying thirty kegs,

It may be because sushi,
Is just fish when void of rice,
Or may be you annoy so much,
I'd like to kill you twice,

It may be that guitar necks,
Aren't seven inches long,
Or it may be that missing the frets,
You could never make a song,

It may be that a minute,
Is too long for you to talk,
It may be that a foot is just,
Too far for you to walk,

It might be that you're racist,
And a necrophile to boot,
It may be you could never hike,
Without a deer to shoot,

Or it may be that you argue,
Why some drugs shouldn't be banned,
Or it may be you're so full of smoke,
That you can't even stand,

Or it may be your DUI count,
Is higher than your grade,
Or you've been arrested more times,
Than you'd even dare to say,

Or it may be that your parole,
Ends in ten years and a week,
And it must be that our friendship's future,
Is looking very bleak.