Desperate times

Tonight I went to fitness class, To see if I could pull a lass, I went in hope and expectation, Born out of my extreme frustration.   I sigh as I survey the room, And hope Beyoncé enters soon, Cos I’ve shelled out the forty nicker, Should have gone on buying liquor.   I’m wishing now I’d chosen cooking, Maybe they’d be better looking, I’ve tried the jump, the bend, the stretch, I’m such a useless human wretch.   Still, my mam’s made shepherd’s pie, And telly’s full of bluer Sky, My bedroom’s one big cyber game, Loneliness, you know my name.