To my friends:
You're the tupperware to my leftovers,
The shoes on my feet.
You're the clean patch on my Spring snow slush,
And the elbow for my sneezes.
You're the music in my elevator
(It relieves the expectation to make conversation)
You're the steroid shot for my poison oak rash,
So thanks for hypothetically scratching my back.
In short:
You're my buddy.
