/bootleg/ An Ode to Friends


                                            >You find yourself wandering in the wood

                                            >You didn't really ask yourself if you should

                                            >It's cold out, so you just so happened to figure that you could

                                            >You've been so lonesome as of late

                                            >You have no one to share your time with, for pleasure, argue or even debate

                                            >You can't help but think that isolation may be your ultimate fate

                                            >Without time to prepare, three ponies come out of the brush!

                                            >None of them are quite skillful, they were quite the opposite of being a hush

                                            >The middle one, orange with yellow mane, stares at you only to blush

                                            >"I..."

                                            >You don't know what she could want

                                            >"I'm the dread bandit Jacky, and you stumbled into my haunt!"

                                            >"Give us your money, I see all that you flaunt!"

                                            >"Please don't make us fight you, we'd like to keep it nonchalant..."

                                            >The three pose, threatening you with their dare

                                            >To be honest, the red one doesn't look like she could care

                                            >The white one keeps fiddling with her hair

                                            "Excuse me but what the fuck."

                                            "I'm walking along this path and your words hit me like a truck."

                                            "Do you really gotta hit me when I'm down so low, all for a buck?"

                                            >The yellow one looks... hurt

                                            >"I... maybe you could settle for giving us your shirt?"

                                            "I don't fold from your threat so you invert?"

                                            >"Well I kinda feel awkward after having all that to blurt..."

                                            >This is unreal

                                            >You just wanted to be alone and now you have a pony giving you this spiel

                                            >Against your better judgement, you kneel

                                            "...you guys really are kinda without..."

                                            >The red pony gives you a small pout

                                            >"It's not our fault you tout."

                                            >You begin to feel sorry for the girls

                                            >Their sad eyes shine at you like pearls

                                            >And to be honest... your arm strength isn't all that great because you've been skimping on the curls

                                            "Why not... come home with me?"

                                            >The yellow one smiles hesitantly

                                            >"You mean it... honestly?"

                                            "Absolutely, miss..."

                                            >"Jacky."


                                            >You take them to your home, where you live alone

                                            >It's not much, but it is your own

                                            >It's not long before they explore your zone

                                            >The red one watches you, with more than a little surprise

                                            >She has such a gleam in her wide eyes

                                            >"You're really allowing us here... no lies?"

                                            >You shrug and chuckle

                                            "Your cuteness made me buckle."

                                            "But if this is a scam, you're going to taste my knuckle..."

                                            >Before you know it, they're all skipping and racing around

                                            >With them around, so isolation you're no longer bound

                                            >The yellow one looks at you, realizing that you had frowned

                                            >"What's wrong?"

                                            "I haven't had company like you in quite so long."

                                            >"You're the first to say that... maybe we have a bond that is strong!"

                                            >You aren't fond of the idea that something is destined to be

                                            >But she looks at you so cheerily

                                            >It really is something that brings you to a well-hidden level of glee

                                            "Listen... my name is Anonymous."

                                            "I live... a life that's rather sad and autonomous."

                                            "If you three were to stay here, I would feel... not ecstatic. But something synonymous."

                                            >The three couldn't believe their ears

                                            >Without expecting it, they gave you all various cheers

                                            >Only after the weight of your words did they turn to tears

                                            >"You are too kind about this..."

                                            "Well I would have you subsisting on worms and piss."

                                            >"We must reward you... with a kiss!"

                                            >A pony that wants to lock lips with you

                                            >More than a few emotions from that are starting to stew

                                            "W-well, I best be going to bed now...so... uh... adieu!"

                                            >You hastily get up, quickly hiding what so silently grew

                                            >Your next days, you share with ponies where you dine

                                            >You find happiness, this must be a sign

                                            >One night, after a little whine

                                            >You learn of the pink pony

                                            >Sparking Shine


                                            >It has been years since they joined your home

                                            >Around it they do so still eagerly roam

                                            >You come across the white one reading a tome

                                            >"I wonder... where did we come from, good sir?"

                                            "I don't know. But I kinda enjoy being your chauffeur."

                                            >She seems to enjoy your answer and reacts with a purr

                                            >A woman visits your home, by the name of Nona

                                            >For some reason you keep referring to her as Donna

                                            "She says she knows where you came from... she has answers if you go. Do you wanna?"

                                            >"What?! No, she smells!"

                                            >"No way in seven hells!"

                                            >"She looks like a witch that can cast spells..."

                                            >Though she argues, she realizes she's arguing in vain

                                            >Your kindness to the girls was evidently her bane

                                            >Long still may the glory of these three ponies reign

                                            >Even though it is still technically your domain

                                            >One fateful night, the white one approaches

                                            >"Good sir Anon, we've been treating your home like roaches..."

                                            >"If it pleases you, allow us to wear your sigil as a set of broaches?"

                                            >She sure is formal, that much is sure

                                            >A little too much so, and you're afraid there's no cure

                                            "Don't be silly, your companionship is pure."

                                            "You three are my friends, and I hope my friends you will stay."

                                            "I would be heavily distraught if I one day found that you were all away."

                                            "You bring color to what once was all but grey."

                                            >You would say more but she sneezed with a neigh

                                            >She's a bit of a spacy pony, full of mysticism

                                            >She's strong-willed, so sometimes there will be a schism

                                            >When the going gets tough, you have noticed that she defaults to stoicism

                                            >She is the one and only

                                            >Faint Prism


                                            >Time continues to flow while you're with them

                                            >Each one is a particular gleaming gem

                                            >All with cracks and flaws, but nothing that you could condemn

                                            >The four of you create a whole that's larger than any individual sum

                                            >Hard to believe that one day you used to be some listless bum

                                            >And it's still funny to make fun of Jacky because she used to be just a little dumb

                                            >Every little accomplishment they fulfill gives you pride

                                            >Never once with you have they ever had to flee or hide

                                            >Every mishap, you have taken in stride

                                            >Even though Jacky always tried

                                            >Sparking Shine used to be snide

                                            >And Faint Prism, when alone, often cried

                                            >Make no mistake, all of you used to be worthless dregs

                                            >It was impossible to get ahead when every accomplishment were beaten down like stray pegs

                                            >Now every meal is a feast, even if it's just some scrambled eggs

                                            >They are your one and only

                                            >Your most beloved bootlegs