Jargon Friends, English poetry

Fiends take drugs and steal
I hope they don't
Thief my stuff
Surely they won't
'Cos I'm a good bloke
I'm no cutthroat
And I really don't
Have enough

"They're a bunch of nutters!"
My conscience cries,
"And isn't their friendship
Mere embellished lies?"
I look out for these guys
Clean up after them
They're more like children
Than men

Talk and talk and talk
A smoke filled room
With all the intrigue
Of a Medieval court
Or the Roman senate
But at the end of the day
What are they?
A bunch of bums on benefit.

They like gadgets
Think technologies are fun.
Oh, Gordon Bennet¹ Mum!
What did I become?

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¹"Gordon Bennet!" is an English exclaimation of shock: Gordon: Bennet: "semantic engima".