on the dating site
There’s the one who poses with their top off
Muscles flexed, phone held high
And then there’s one who sends one message
And disappears without another word.
It feels like fishing when you organise a date
A bite on the end of the line, that fizzles out
Another one that’s seen a girl that’s prettier
Or a girl who earns more money, or likes to party.
I’m told it’s a numbers game, which seems
A little bit ruthless, if you ask me,
All in the name of love
The most brutal game
I. Have. Ever. Played.