Pen'-Teh
 "I come, why call me so?"
 Deadlocked in virtue
 So infatuated
 Given to a cause
 In a way, his body
 Was just as dented
 His legs gave in
 All told, time's a caustic mass
 A small residue of confidence
 Resides within the idle
 Before the fall
 No way out
 Blame the other team
 Spoil yourself
 Chic is the new chic
 And everybody felt it
 In their state
 A body we lack
 Yet, just as dented to the core
 "I come, why call me so?"
 If you could just add me
 As your friend