Writing BLARGH... Where for art thou my last resort? (PG)

[Juke Box Hero]

Where for art thou my last resort?
Raid3r

Gray. Gray. Gray.
The name I seek is always gray.
It matters not the time of day,
Or whom it is with I wish to speak,
They all stand silent, bleakly still,
Although with ease and carefree song
The one I seek no longer hulloes along
Leaving me with less than nothing,
For an unwanted conversation
Is less than milk expiring.
Though I try so hard,
I vent, burst and cry exasperation
The phone has failed me,
The letter too slow,
E-mail unchecked and
Blackberry batteries too low
This last of last resorts
Fails me too often,
Like counting a flush of royal ?port.
Is it Satan or Murphy?
What force infallibly blasts me?
All I seek is friendly banter
With those locally with I cannot canter.
Or perhaps a check of health and wine
Across time zones hellish and divine.
I seek my comrades, my old friends
My brothers, chums and pals,
Good old boys and ?mothers?
Why your treasures from me hide?
Why do you ride against me with everytide?
You tease and offer,
Little by little
Tantalized.
Where, where, where
O Where for art thou
Thou so slow
Loving and hating thou my foe
O thou my buddy list!

I wrote this during a sudden fit of disappointment in that no matter who I wish to speak to, I can rarely reach them.