My spontaneous friend

My friend you need a break, you're not just physically at stake, stress is not good for your delicate 

intellectuality 

And if I truly get on your nerves, have you heard of those organic herbs? Try them, they might sooth your 

anxiety

I'm sorry about your common sense, but I say in your defense, it didn't go well with your uninhibited 

creativity

You were born an artist, your talents are countless, so what's a flaw or two like a lack of compassion or 

sensitivity?

Of course I know you meant well, when you wrote me "go to hell." Your message was eloquent, elegant, classy, and dignified in 
dignity

You accused me of being on time, said that discipline is my crime, that I have structure and dare to show 

responsibility

According to you these qualities are bad, make me robotic. So terribly sad! to have structure and lack what you excel at; 
spontaneity

So you don't like my routine. Although you don't want to sound mean. You still claim that all my themes lack what you mastered;

variety

Yes I know what you meant, with the "Thank you" intro you sent, acknowledging my prolonged patience and 

hospitality

But just like milk that gone bad, lacking the freshness it once had, you overstayed your welcome - 3 days and nights, past its

validity

Ironically you claimed to be proud. Well that pride of yours is missing sound. So you chose convenience, you priced with 

humility

Yet you celebrate yourself, you said you and everyone else, who knows you well but me. When did it become sane to celebrate insanity?

When you know who you really are, quote "Cute, smart, fun and popular," then why the constant search to validate your 

identity?

Yes you have tons of friends, but please stop and don't pretend, that you know the term 

"Quantity VS Quality"

Give me some credit will you? What do you mean I can't handle you? It's my choice not to succumb to your 

irrationality

My friend you're spontaneous, spontaneity comes out of your anus, with the fragrance of Aster flavored with your 

modesty

And if stability were a vice, and coming through for you did not suffice, then I accept my imperfection and embrace my 
disability

So let me throw you a farewell, A spur-of-the-moment wish to wish you well. Off you go  now. Don't leave a trail of your spontaneous personality

Cheers