Just for sheer boredom, yes, I do have an Okcupid account. Do I use it? Yeah. Do I take anyone I meet on their serious? Not really, but that doesn’t mean I’m against using it to mingle and have a range of bad to amazing conversations (you never really know what to expect).
So, in sort of a freestyle type rant. I used to do spoken word, so the delivery of this sounds much better when I’m speaking it. But you get the gist. I decided to write a poem that captured the vibe of online dating and the entire atmosphere surrounding Catfish: The Tv Show.
Browse. Click. Select.
ingredients for faux pas romance.
Riddle lies of curiosity transmorph into daggers to the heart.
initial message packed with the promise of
What if you’re the one I spend my life…an hour…or a night with?
What if you’re existence is abstract,
a living Picasso, distorted truths….
What if you’re a game of shadows waiting to capture me?
Yet I need….
your airbrushed six-pack,
your devilish yet slightly charming grin,
your “i’m different” two chains speech,
your now-show “magic tricks”
I need it….or do I really?
I’ve got a message. Lemme check it.
Oh, he’s an international model from Australia
by way of Idaho.
6’4” with the body of adonis.
Translation: he’s 5’6” with “more to love.”
Enjoys taking bathroom photo shots,
far from international.
LIE. Make it big, make a statement.
Attention is what you want…
we all want.
So let me be your lil’ lie…for now.