No Happy Endings
A fuck don’t come for free
It grips your soul on bended knee
Chasing dreams of what could be
But with every spent load I feel more empty
A floor full of dildos and a magic wand
Enough squirt on the carpet
To fill a garden pond
Pleasantries exchanged and then we’re gone
No happy endings
No lasting song
Then back to the game of swiping right
Feeding my ego all through the night
I know it’s wrong but I cannot fight
Just find me a hole and watch me take flight
This modern love it ain’t really for me
To many choices upon my phone’s screen
I’m physically high but emotionally lean
Living in a nightmare of my own wet dream
Horror Sleaze Trash 
“Physically high and emotionally lean” is a pretty good description of hookups in the digital age. Good poem!
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