Buddy was a judge.
A poor judge of character.
Loved folks just like they were.
Buddy didn’t care
Their foibles, shortcomings
Their nasty inner selves
Keep it all inside, mister
Act like you’re okay, sister
Do yourself a favor
Be that caring neighbor
Don’t let your bad come out
Your bad will scream and shout.
You’ll cry and hurt about
Your pain will squeal
That you aren’t real
A character smashed to pieces.
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