My Friend

My friend is a man
His neck sticking beyond
The crowd into the clouds
His feet stuck
In the mud.

My friend is a tired man
His head swollen with hope
His feet tied with rope
When I sneeze, he catches cold
When I look at the looking glass
There he stands bold.

My friend is a man.
When I eat he eats with me
When I bathe,
He bathes with me
Even in bed,
He lies with me
Not that we are lovers.