Response to angry "Let's Be Friends" poem by male poet.

(More Than Men has addressed “the friendzone” before. Here’s a poem on a related topic by the Slam Master of Mill City Slam in Lowell, MA. – Sasha) I know that if anyone saves me in my hour of need it will be one of my ex-girlfriends.

One ex-girlfriend got me a job when I was destitute.

My ex Michele who is a nurse treated the cut on my arm when I didn’t have health insurance it would have gone septic she said if I’d waited any longer.

My ex Rebekah is a lawyer haven’t needed her yet but I will.

All these women still in my life still sharing something

Maybe I learned it from my folks married for two years divorced for 25 when my father died no one wept harder than my mother.

And I know it can tear you up to see an old lover with someone else it’s bad if they’re happy it’s worse if they’re not.

But here’s the secret when they ask me during the break up if we can still be friends I know they’re trying to make an easy out but I laugh because I know something they don’t they can’t sell me something I’ve already got.