Blind Waste

I do not want to start from the bottom again.

Here she sits across from me
To know me in one night.
She may be a buddy’s friend,
maybe we swiped right.

I will grin and be polite
I will ask about herself,
but frankly this is bullshit
I am pulling teeth in hell.

But I guess I may as well,
My loved ones tell me so;
“Get up on that horse again,
‘Cause hey, you never know.”

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