That’s how many we are here.
Think of that number when they show you the rear.
With 7 billion souls available why would you shade a tear.
Yes I know true love is rare.
But why live in fear?
Problem is that you cropped out the entire – world,
created for yourself a dark limited facade.
Just outside the door lies another friend for your retreating heart.
I see your face sad.
Weeping desperately for your lost studs.
You are looking for your perfect match.
Maybe now, maybe in March.
I know you’d want to share a yacht.
And you thought you had finally found your catch.
One who would share your mat;
enjoying your ground nuts and Matooke without the Basmat.
Even when you are sitting besides a dumpster next to rats.
Wanting to make out but for the street lights.
Right now, that seems out of sight.
But remember you have 7 billion more to choose from. All you need is a more loving heart