Don’t Talk To Me About Fair

I had a mate die of AIDS, Fergus had a lovely view on life,

his boyfriend was a promiscuous rat-face little bitch

and Fergus decided to leave it in the hands of fate.

Stupidest decision he ever made.

My best friend Tom collapsed New Year’s Eve playing pool,

he hit his head as he went down, which didn’t heal as expected,

that tuned out to be leukaemia, which he fought for 10years.

But he didn’t win that battle, and I lost the best friend a boy could have.

I had a lovely friend Simon, funny as all get out. He liked to drink and smoke.

One night coming back home, he woke up in day light beside the road,

pissed off his brain he fell from his bike and apparently hit his head.

He had everything to live for, but that knock eventually caused him to chuck a rope up a tree and jump.

My first boyfriend Anthony, was smart and funny like the rest of them.

He immigrated from South Africa with his mother in his twenties, good effort,

Never quite getting the A jobs, and when he made a supreme effort to get re-qualified,

he failed and lost everything. He drank himself to death as a consequence.

I miss every one of them just about every day. It hardly seems fair that I was clever enough to make such wonderful friends who nourished me, and loved me,

only to have them taken away through no real fault of any of them. Okay, you could argue, but I don’t care about those arguments, I love them and miss them.

And some days I think the unfairness is me having to go on, while they get to rest it out,

me having to do the long haul, when I had the greatest group of guys to do it with,

but no, that’s not how life played out. So, don’t talk to me about fair, as I don’t want to hear it.