My Friends 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

I love you my friends
Though I've known you but a short time
When my soul is at it's darkest depths
When I'm taking Hell's first steps
At my funeral people wept
All those promises never kept
My poor mom she hardly slept
Turned her into a nervous wreck
Begged her to write another check
Burned out in a ball of flames
Learned the true meaning of shame
Nobody else was to blame
My Friends  are here to lift me up
When I get knocked down by the masses
Students rushing off to useless classes
Careless crowds of busy sheep
When they get their checks they weep
The hill of life is very steep
The task master demands all your blood
This burgeoning cloud of human flood
Held back when I'm trying to fly
By busy sidewalks shuffling by
The passing parade they never ask why
Sometimes my mind is working overtime
Feeling like a bucket of slime
My friends they're all very kind
They cheer me up, they blow my mind
When I see everything in a negative light
They heal my soul till I feel alright
These angels that come to me
Beautiful faces that I see
Tending to my rotting flesh
Helping me to stay so fresh
Keeping me company
When I'm burning in Hell's firey sea
For these beautiful heavenly angels
I give my life and my soul
The Glorious IRA
The Feignian Men
Pour me another pint