Pu Poem by john wake

The “proud unit”;
that’s the meaning of it
(Or “people united”;
that’s what I hope it said.)
Late into the night
We IM, stay together even when not in sight.
Friends forever, or ever for benefits.
(Which ever fits.)
But now all that is less
And the messes
We made will die when dames dawn their dresses;
A prom, party then we become lust.
(The lover that passes fast.)
As we all depart, we turn and look at those not to last;
Friendship once agile,
Now fragile.