A Silly Poem About a Desperate Man

Pacing back and forth seems suited for me.
I'm no fucking good, so it seems.
You lock me in a cage for others to see.
People laugh 'til they cry at all of my screams.

I'm hanging in a cage six feet from the floor.
I'm crouched into a position, begging for mercy.
Then, the people walk away, walk out the door.
The bastard who imprisoned me threw away the key.

Now the bastard, you may ask, was a friend to me.
But one day, we had a falling out, and that was the end of that.
It was over this girl we both loved, you see,
But I was too weak, and I thus fell flat.

Now, she's with him. She's with him now,
And I am here, hanging in a cage.
I guess I'll be relegated to making it with a cow,
Working a job, making a small wage.