Poem: playmate

playmates

Like SpongeBob and Patrick,
They were first of friends'ship;
Bestest playing buddies
and embraced the world companionship
of each other than whatever gold dust

They were different bodies
acting one heart and mind;
and never to unbind;
in Dreamland and
through their lifetime

'till a heart stopped
And the other's world slowly crumbled
like a chalk into dust
He hated the sight
of every morning of everyday
without his playmate brother
And in mad misery
He satisfyingly wished death
And Oh! poor soul, his wish was met.