When dicks are dicks and don't respond,
They say they're sleeping, go to die.
A wall of great annoyance they're beyond.
Just say when you'll be awake, don't fucking lie.
We all have that person in our lives,
It seems they come in fucking hives.
And even tho they are the devil,
You know, you can't become a rebel.
When all hope of contact's lost
And your mind goes sliding like on frost,
You must remember this great poem,
Relax, they'll come back, you know them.