Friends like these

I've always made friends easily, I've virtues people rate
Most people that I've shared time with I'm quick to call them mate
Happy at face value I'll innocently befriend ya
I've never even thought that you have your own agenda

I operate at face value when forming a connection
There's very few I've met who haven't had my affection
I'm made some fair assumptions, and taken things as granted
I've never stopped to wonder what the other wanted

But something has me thinking that I'm blind to a dimension
that certain friends are hollow and just fulfil their own intention
they're oh so close at times, when their back's against the wall
But when you look around for their support they're too busy for the call

I've never been selective or refused an outstretched hand
If someone's on my friend list they've had access to my land
I think my list's too long. That's what I am conceding
I've planted seeds all through my life, and not done any weeding.

You never send out invites but you'll happily come and dine
You'll share all of your problems but not help carry mine
You saw my name flash up, but thought I'll call him soon
But you couldn't get a signal from your self obsessed cocoon

The values that we have in common you could write onto a pin
So perhaps it’s for the best that we toss our cards back in
I'm culpable here too for befriending the wrong type
For ignoring others slander and for swallowing your tripe

If you read this poem and can relate to what I'm saying
then why not join me soon and do some stale friendship slaying
If you read this poem and think I'll call and make amends
Then save yourself the effort you're deleted from my friends.