Friendships of convenience

I wonder how anyone can live by giving away all their integrity.
To be critical of another and then accept their invitations.
To be willing to be used by someone who is busy recuperating their failures by associating with reputable people.
I am not of this cut, I stay where I have put myself after coming to terms with
the facts of a situation .
If you don't value your own judgment, if you can be swayed by a cheap meal served by a cold and calculating face, then I don't want to see yours.
I am happy to be alone as much as I am, for I find the fakes just too much to take.
But for those who would be my friends, I say, do not play yourself, because once you have been played, you are no longer in my game.
I choose my friends carefully, I don't put them in place to be fooled by them.
So listen, if you care to have my ear,
listen closely to what I say...
If you cozy up to liars and such I 'll not have you in my way.
They say it is a fool who makes his world smaller by rejecting others...
I say the fool is he who kisses ass to be included.

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