You asked why we were not friends.
I didn’t have a reply for you.
I had to think about it.
Now I know why we can’t be friends,
I’m too poor for you and you’re too rich for me.
It just wouldn’t work out or be a good fit.
We’re too different – you and I.
I mean the few times we’ve hung out,
It was a disaster, an embarrassment on both ends.
My taste isn’t exquisite enough for you
and your taste buds are out of this world.
Only you can afford to have you as a friend.