An ode to Tinder

Gold cherry

By AliciaB

Thu, 14 Jan 2016
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8 comments
 

Swipe me,

Right me.

Discover I'm 

Tight, me.

Anyway you 

Like me.

 

I'm alright, me.

Do ya like me?

 

I give you my 

Little tinder pieces;

Little firesticks of me,

 

Dug from the cobwebs 

Of the heart and eked out 

From down there. 

 

Little pockets of the soul;

Slices and dices of me.

I’m alright, me.

 

You suck my

Tits soul.

I suck your

Cock soul

 

Give me one,

After another 

After another

After another

 

Smash me,

Thrash me,

Anyway you like me

 

Swipe me.

Right me.

Tight, me.

 

I’m alright, me.

Do ya like me?

Certificate 15
Poem
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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This would make a great performance piece. Welcome back!

 

Submitted by AliciaB on

yes that's what I had in mind - though wouldn't know how to read the strike outs!

 

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Submitted by VeraClark on

Saw the photo to this and googled Tinder.. I am enlightened, I now get the poem. It's another world. Very witty..

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Digital dating, your poem makes it sound fun but bleak, I like it. :)

Submitted by rainingalloverthesky on

It all feels a bit plastic and futile. You have captured that perfectly. 

I particularly like the repetition and the way it drums home the desperation. Great job. 

-pklg-

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

This is great. So punchy.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by AliciaB on

thanks everyone - yes I wanted to describe the 'fun' veneer that disguises questions of existence and a lack of substance. the human soul has yet to catch up with apps.