The Third Wheel.
It’s understandable when it’s your mate and their boyfriend.
At least then when they facially maul one another you can remain little miss stoic stony face and that be the end.
But don’t pretend it’s not worse when its three friends.
It just asks for two against one conflict.
The two too concerned with bonding over one’s faults.
You may then wonder what that is all about,
but the real clout is when you’re out.
Out on your ass.
Two strikes becomes the third wheel,
and with it the one becomes the donkey,
dragging the whole bloody wagon.
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