Cupid and the Dating Apps

Tue, 09/03/2019 - 12:37 -- 3202Em

What is the god of love to do?

Sit around looking down?

With the newest additon of apps

For love!

How dare they, they know very well I am the one to control love.

Oh but how intriguing they look!

Swipe right? Swipe left?

What does this strange language mean?

I am not to keen.

Do I sign up or no?

Oh here I go!

My name? Well it is I!

Cupid, the god of love!

Occupation? Well, I control love of course!

School? What is a school?

The school for the cool?

Oh! The school of love! Yes!

A picture! A picture of me, oh of course! The pefect angle to win over all the hearts.

A match! Oh a beauty named Millie!

Oh how I adore these apps! 

So many people. So many potential wives for Cupid!

But...where is the love?

Where is the heart warming, the happy, the butterflies?

Where is the normal love?

Oh...where did it go?

It is lost!

The apps, they caused the angst of the teenagers.

The teenagers all they want is someone to lay in bed with, no more actual love.

Oh...these apps.

They are not good. 

They make me feel like a brude! 

Oh...where is the love in these apps?

Just a pretty face on a screen, nothing more.

What happened?

Where is the love? Where is it?

Please...It is lost.

I want to go back home...to the lost love of gods.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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