Alast poor bed fellow
the verbal message falls on deaf ears.
There no value in pining away with simple feels.
Caring as not
the means of IB
Nor the pain of caring
You no one we can recollect.
Missing thou isn't part of the theme
with a bunch of miscreants and vagabonds.
Your departure isn't a thing.
Lurk somewhere else.
On that wavy message
I must ask thee
'who dat fuk r u?'