Sometimes people are a waste of time,
How am I supposed to make this poem rhyme?
So, where were we?
No, I don’t want to know how beautiful is she.

I asked—where were we?
Oh, you have a girlfriend, I see.
So you’re  following the trend, hmm?
Hook-up, break-up, then patch
Or do you truly know how to love, not mess up?

Yeah, I forgot—I have to make this poem rhyme,
Or maybe I’ll drop it and try it some other time.