Et tu Brute?

Self-explanatory.

By Stanley Collymore

I don’t worry unnecessarily,
if at all, about my crucially
supposed or even literally
my real enemies, as I already know who
and what they are, and that if given half
a chance, what they would distinctively
eagerly and very delightedly harmfully
do to me; and therefore I’m effectively
rather comprehensively, and evidently
punctiliously, well prepared and quite
willing to literally, clearly assiduously
counter the so malevolently inspired
and very egregious, machinations of
such persons as humanly best I can.
What however, I’m staunchly and far
more meticulously concerned about
regarding myself, are those who are
ever willing, publicly and completely
unprompted by anyone, and literally
more so specifically by me, to quite
repeatedly, and clearly vociferously
declare in evident and quite joyous
for them full exultation that they’re
rather absolutely and unrelentingly
my dearest, best, and undoubtedly
basically loyal unswerving friends!

(C) Stanley V. Collymore
25 February 2023.


Author's Remarks:
My absolutely brilliant, intellectually erudite and comprehensively, worldly-wise intelligent and sensible Mum the biological mother of 5 children comprising two sons and three daughters, in one of her normal and natural maternal to her offspring candidly and intelligently said this: “When my daughters who I’ve unquestionably biologically conceived and not dissimilarly from you my sons also carried in my womb and given birth to after nine months and two weeks respectively; when any or all of my daughters come to me pregnant and say Mum you’re going to be a grandmother, I instinctively exult in their joy and happily welcome my upcoming grandchildren by them, because I categorically know that whomsoever the biological father(s) of these forthcoming children are they are and will carry on being my biological grandchildren because I’m unquestionably the biological mother of their own mother(s).” Then poignantly in her ensuing laughter Mum teasingly but also philosophically added: “When, however, you my sons do the same as my daughters have done I’ll simply have to take your personal word for it!” Essentially and unarguably we all of us astutely knew what Mum was saying and actually meant.

True friendship, in my view, neither postulates nor prostitutes itself and moreover instinctively doesn’t demand anything in return for what it has given, while always, at the same time, altruistically prepared and ever willing to freely and beneficially give of itself whenever it’s required and vitally important and necessary; not merely when it’s convenient possible or flamboyantly so. And from a personal perspective I categorically know the salient differences between these several and often grossly and grotesquely embellished categories. How about you?

Author's Note

As per my instructions relative to all my works - honest and intelligent criticisms.