BAD OPTICS… left, right.” (Skrrt! Ayy!) Thumb numb, dopamine crumbs, Bio say zen but your chaos hums. Ass on the feed with a saintly drum, You want a ring with a one-night sum. Ghost me twice then text at two, “U up?”—nah, I’m over you. Filters thick, but the vibe see-through, I want a mess I can bite into. Match that mouth with a life that’s real, Not a highlight reel with a borrowed feel. If the pic say rich but your time say steal, I’ll take a slow burn over fast appeal. Swipe fatigue—my patience thin, Profiles perfect, souls too trimmed. Talk is cheap—come cash it in, If it ain’t raw, I’m not lockin’ in. Date on a grid, rules in a thread, You treat a heart like a swipe for bread. You call it “options,” I call it dread, You want applause while I want a bed. Red flag bingo, buzzword show, “Boundaries” when you mean “no.” If you want love, you gotta grow, If you want clout, just say so. Match that mouth with a life that’s real, Not a highlight reel with a borrowed feel. If the pic say rich but your time say steal, I’ll take a slow burn over fast appeal. Swipe fatigue—my patience thin, Profiles perfect, souls too trimmed. Talk is cheap—come cash it in, If it ain’t raw, I’m not lockin’ in. No more games! (Nah!) Say your aim! (Now!) Keep it lame? (Bye!) Light that flame! (Wow!) Let’s split the app like a bar tab bill, Leave the screen for a walk uphill. If it’s real, it will sit still— If not, next windmill. Swipe fatigue—my patience thin, Profiles perfect, souls too trimmed. Talk is cheap—come cash it in, If it ain’t raw, I’m not lockin’ in. Delete that thirst—keep the bite.
