******* FRIENDLY FRED *********
Fred is our friend. He is always in our business. He makes us happy, or so he thinks he does. We make him happy, or so he thinks we do.
He passes by and says hi, and gets a sigh. He hollers at others, even when they don't bother to shrug a shoulder in response.
Fred barges into conversations and spills without reservations, because this is the only consolation for his isolation.
While it is yet midnight, before the day births, it's a friend's birthday. And his day does not birth until he says happy birthday.
Inevitably, the battery drains...and like one with pain in an artery, he struggles to say hello to one last fellow.
Phone red, NEPA dead, he falls in a heap on his bed, deep in sleep.
Some hours later, light comes....fan blows...heavy breathing slows...pool of drool dries.
Phone charges. A notification barges into his slumber, and Fred is alive again.
He grabs his phone and go visiting his friends all over again.
Are you Fred?
Fred is our friend. He is always in our business. He makes us happy, or so he thinks he does. We make him happy, or so he thinks we do.
He passes by and says hi, and gets a sigh. He hollers at others, even when they don't bother to shrug a shoulder in response.
Fred barges into conversations and spills without reservations, because this is the only consolation for his isolation.
While it is yet midnight, before the day births, it's a friend's birthday. And his day does not birth until he says happy birthday.
Inevitably, the battery drains...and like one with pain in an artery, he struggles to say hello to one last fellow.
Phone red, NEPA dead, he falls in a heap on his bed, deep in sleep.
Some hours later, light comes....fan blows...heavy breathing slows...pool of drool dries.
Phone charges. A notification barges into his slumber, and Fred is alive again.
He grabs his phone and go visiting his friends all over again.
Are you Fred?
