This was a poem I wrote in reply to a deeply synical poem on a dating site ... All I got back was a kiss and nothing else lol ..

Words in Reply (To a Dating Site Profile Poem)

All these men can be that thick, are that thick, and will continue to be that twisted bag of bricks
All heavy and splitting at the seams, lost in the thick of the wrong bits of all of it
Because believe me there are Ladies too, I use the word loosely of course as I really must do
In circumstances such as these I could be led to believe there are walking labotamy’s, past dichotomy
A billion different versions of coke and booze addled monsters, gold diggers and hipopotami
Did I say that? I really wasn’t being sexist and picking up on form, but dimension or the lack of it
only serves to vastly magnify the missing reality and waterfalls of nervous scorn.

Who would save us from such a thing? Who would even notice the circus they might be in?
In a digital world of digital feelings and glances, like shopping in relationships, dropping rates
brief chances, it's just a state of mind because surely better always to be a little alone rather than
waste your time monkeying around with the emotionally disturbed, the absurd, humans turds,
birds without wings, vocalists that can't sing, a bat that can see, moles that watch TV, I kid you not
but seriously .. I have been chatted up by toucans, parrots and men disguised as girls, I have
been chatting amiably and suddenly I get jettisoned from an everyday conversation to scat world

I think the paradox with rhymes on here as far as I can see is that they may be far too cynical a thing,

You see?