Frenemies

Take with you every quip, a joke at my expense,
May it add to your good fortune.
A petite nose is tipped,
With an artist's hand, blond hair is flicked
And white teeth shine behind your smile.
Like Confucius food I crumble,
And my less sharp tongue has tripped.
The words tumble
And you are already laughing at my redness.
With sweaty palmed embarrassment,
I wish you dead because
Gases swell when the old man comes to call.
Purple tipped fingers stubborn,
Twisted in a slow, longer than life spasm.
No longer painting your pictures
And learned tongue silenced.
Your pot has boiled
And your shroud has no pockets.

I wrote this about a friend turned enemy at school. Hope you can relate/appreciate/enjoy....