Snitch catch,
Nothing had
An inactive lad on the bad,
Thinking of sorrowful dreads.
Doesn\'t know,
Thou is one in decile
Utterly more than versatile.
O\' wonder If there was someone,
there waiting for thee.
Would\'ve focused more on major dews,
than minor truce.
Sadness into anger,
Stiff wretched,
No one cares, even it\'s too bad.