Here Goes Nothing...
My friend is very loyal. My friend is kind.
He laughs at my jokes, He even uses them at parties.
And he even likes the clothes I wear.
For I know his jeers mask real acceptence.
Isn't my friend terribly wonderful?
He saids those unpaided tabs are money for the poor.
I think my girlfriend likes him too.
He took her out to dinner last week.
Sadly, my friend tripped and stabbed me with a knife.
Now I'm dead. Oh, what a great friend!
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The clueless speaker of your poem is good.
I trace the rising action in an arc,
But still the ending caught me unawares.
Iambic meter isn't easy stuff.