After a vicious run of things on a Friday
I opened my phone to download an app on Saturday.
A marathon of sorts then begun
At night, before bed; in the morning, on the john.
Bios and personalities were compared, the offerings were diffuse
One of the two opposable thumbs was put to good use.
Swipe left, swipe right with an accidental super swipe
“Oh, you don’t text back soon enough” was the constant gripe.
Some were garrulous, others were suggestive
A reminder: Don’t get carried away; everything is a false positive.
And despite the constant, conscious escapade –
Names were forgotten, memory started to fade.
Monotony started to set in with conversations of a similar typeface
A continuum began, with a soundtrack dominated by strings of bass.
Despite the non-culmination, I have anecdotes for a lifetime –
To caution, humour and enough to get sixteen lines to rhyme.