Where the Duck Thought She Was Safe

I love my friends.
 
They're always there for me when I need them,
          A fucking lie; they're useless,
                  terribly frivolous rats, who never stop to consider--
 
And would never dream of leaving me behind.
          What a joke--
                 that they'd stop long enough to let a slug like you--
 
When I'm upset, they come running,
          Running with axes and pitchforks,
                    torches and fucking knives--
 
With flowers and jewels
                                 jewels between their rotting teeth, 
                                            smeared with blood and so much disgusting--
                                         and candy,
                                                       packed with razors and rat poison,
                                                                      just for you, sunshine.

Just for me,
Sunshine.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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