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New Age Pick Up Lines: A Poem

New Age Pick-Up Lines


What if we could be honest in what we wanted?
Upon first encounter?
What would you say?
Could you?
Would you?

Look, I want money
You want food and pussy
So...
Let's make a deal.

Im not trying to commit
I dont want to get married.
Let's just f*ck and live together.

I dont need no man!
I'm an indepenedent woman
But..
I'll call you when my BoB gets old and tired.

These b*tches ain't shit
All these hoes want is your money
Imma pimp till I die.
But at night...I cry myself to sleep
I just want to be held.

I just want to have a baby
You seem like your genes might be a good fit
Do you have good credit?

Why are we wasting times with dates?
I'm just taking you out
To get in those jeans.
So when you giving it up?

I really have a girl at home
I'm just weighing out my options
Seeing what's out there
Maybe I'll get something out of it.

I'm married
But I dont want to be
I dont have the courage to leave
But I dont have the courage to be honest
Can you  just hold me?

I fear commitment
I can't say I will be faithful to you ever
But I will love you
Can you accept that?


I'm looking for my father

I'm looking for my mother.

My children need a father.

I want to learn to love.

I want to learn to love less

I'm looking for the space for the hole in my heart

I'm looking for nothing

I'm looking for everything.

Are you my everything?



What if we could be honest in what we wanted?
Upon first encounter?

What would you say?
Could you?
Would you?

I dare you.

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