No MOre

No more bipolar
On a roller
People who deceive
Then leave
They promise you
The Internet
Then take all
that they can get
Assurance of
Second birth
Stated with
Quiet mirth
What do you expect?
All the while
Profound defects
Pass the time
With stilted rhyme
Until you
say goodbye
They've gone,
but don't you cry.
You've gone,
But I won't cry.