A Dead Friendship Poem by Nicholas Wayde Turner

You're like a tiger hunting his pray.
I never look forward to seeing you during the day.
This new position has gone to your head.
Our friendship for six months is now dead.
You're not the same person I once knew.
And everyone else thinks so to.
I strongly believe you just want to order people around.
You better be careful before you get sent to the pound.
instead of a tigger hunting his pray, turn into kitten hurrying to play.