There are many best friends on this planet, but none are quite like you;
You are loving, caring, like the brother I never had, and many more qualities too.
You have been there for me through thick, thin, and everything in between;
Even after a slight falling out, your impurities, if any; remain unseen.
Back in high school we used to hang out with the nerds in the games room;
Cracking jokes, making fun, those guys were left wishing they were still in their mother's womb.
We had a friend named Morgan who has suddenly disapeared from Earth;
Perhaps he is on a boat or train hiding his homosexuality in a berth.
I love hanging out with you and smoking a ton of green;
And skateboarding up 17th and causing quite a scene.
I know your mom is rather psycho and causes you lots of grief;
It is a problem that is easily delt with by telling her to fuck corned beef.
When I'm with you I'm always in good company, laughing and crying;
At the sight of a bum, we send bottles, cans and beverage containers flying.
I struggle to find the worlds to describe my best friend;
All I know is that you'll be there for me until the very end.
Author notes
This poem is dedicated to my best friend - Jesse.
