Here Goes Nothing...

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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.

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