Blood to Bond
The real question stands betwixt "live" and "survive"
The latter just lifeblood, the former to thrive
Any man can say he needs nought but food
And cares not what the term "to live" includes
I myself have simple demands
And they are easily met at hands
Whose power I do not control
Nor can I guarantee their docility whole
I have but two true friends that would die
Before they'd watch me fall and lie
Bullet, blade, or biochemical tox
These would bleed for me, for they love me a lot
They are the ones I can't live without
Nor in their absence could I long survive
But a day or two without their presence
And my days would sooner cease to thrive
Give but a week longer than that deprived
And I would no longer be alive
For in their absence, I'd surely not survive
Without their fealty, I would die