A poem to Max, and Daniel

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People this is a simple joke! Whatever is said in this poem isn't really meant or is true in any ways. My friends Daniel and Max are epic friends!

It began with an end.
Calmly walking.
Brought from the principal
to this kid with this
British accent.

Hi. Like that.
He was audacious
to be friends with me
though I conscientiously
warned him.

He took the risk.
I was prudent to not
say anything, and so I did.

End of English class,
this Brazilian guy comes to
me and says: Ya like video games?
Of course I said, in a serene matter.

We were embarking  in a new friendship.
We sat in a table in lunch.
Nobody else, so we rebuked
each others taste of foods.

They both pilfered some parts of
my life.

As better friends we became, they
started to annoy me.
I thought they were dumb
now.

They even started spoiling things.
As, I would eat they would mutiny
my request to not tell the teacher lies
about me.

They always insult me.
I try to be nice, but they wont
let me. But they had no inkling
that one day I would be mad

Whenever I am talking to Brandon they
interrupt me, and start insulting, and rankle
me, and spoil Dexter season five,
I feel like punching them.

One day I will not tolerate
it and our so called friendship
will be ended, and I can crack their faces,
Boom Bang!