Fulfilment

The Yarn was good --
The punch-line elevating me
to God-like status.

My friend looked on --
Ambivalent disinterest feigned.
He was undone.

And there it was -- I was unpipped --
fulfilled -- his non-accomplishment
gone - There amongst the throng, gelled lads --
Generators of wonderment, wish fulfilment
healing self-esteem, and grudgingly --

Pride. Defeat.

Dear friend.  Boy who now puzzles me.
Your pretences ushered me onwards
to leave you fallen -- broken --
small.

And gaining rancid odours -- deceive to deter
the mile-tall stone still sought.