you’re 2000 light years from a poem

My frenz
Don’t need make amends
Nor commend
Extend or intend
Without contempt
Or facetious bent
evil eye
Nor be born in Lent
I would like to comment
Friends aren’t made
In cement
But hallow born
Just like consent
Mine arms around
In supplement
And when I cast
With wide intent
Don’t let he
Or her invent
Mysterious ways
Just punishment
Make it fair as white
Yet twice as bright
And make it care
Don’t bring to…