I canott C U

Ur long laser-laik whiskars
R in mai eyeses, burnin them outs,
Oedipus-laik.

I canott C U.
I B B-traid, foold, idioted
by da bootifulness I creatsed 4 U.

I do da sit-out, ansers not
da call of inconveniens.
I prokraschtinates

da hart-ache, da “dis B de end
of da line, huh, nais 2 know U
etsetra.” Da unsaiabel "I lubs U"

and da saiabel “C U“
witch I nevah will agen,
and da “I no can has friend”

burnin mai near-2-no-brain
in my littles helmetless hed
2 cinders.