I was all set to get out and about
Instead I sit here, nursing my my pout

A day with no people, no contact no sound,
She was intended to help center and to ground

But no, she could not, no not at all
I felt like the maiden omitted from the ball

It seems she had better, more fun, things to do
Her excuse was her sister, but I know that’s not true

So here I sit, all freaked out and weird,
entertained only by the growth of my beard

I guess I must smell or bore or displease
But I won’t beg, won’t get down on MY knees

Oh no, I am manly and stoic and proud
Not lonely, nor misty, not whiny, not cowed

For I have my poetry, my glorious muse,
And you, well you…

can read this, and suffer the abuse

On occasion of being dumped by Al