They say there’s plenty of fish in the sea
But some of us are master baiters
Fishing for partners like crazy
Making them master daters
As they
Market their catch like the master traitors
Who later
Just go for the greater catch
Either that
Or they’ll be hitting home runs like Ruth’s bat
But I mean Jesus said that
We could be “fishers of men”
Then
Why is it we prefer to fish for the opposite gen?
Having sex with the very people we call friends,
Blaming God for being silent when
All we ever want to do commit sin
Against our lovers
Under cover
Just remember
You can’t hide everything
Under covers
You sucker
More like adulterer
You humper
Bet you won’t go relay that to your mother
So go ahead and tell a hundred girls
You love her
You loner
You desperate freak
You’ll just burn in your own heat.