Buzz

Trapped and slowly dying, crying out the frustrated hope
That somehow he will be heard and helped
Now that I know his predicament
Calling for help is supposed to have some result after all
Yet after the most cursory of investigations
Fails to bring me to his salvation
I give up and wonder why won't he just die already
And that is when I get it
This is how you feel about me
Which is the point when the calling stops

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