I swipe and swipe and swipe,
I say, will no fair lady ever come hither?
At last, having met up for drinks, I sigh:
another dull, entitled vampire—damn you, Tinder!
She had said she reads good books,
but is it really written, Harry Potter?
And look, now she snaps a duck face photo—
oh, to think she’s someone's daughter!
Was it for this I slaved at work?
For this, such debt and two degrees?
2 am, alone with a scotch and porn,
and no young slut between my knees!