Strollin tru the Mutual Match
instinct leads my way
I found a few my eyes to catch
I think its safe to say

Not knowing anything about
the ones I seemed attracted
something down inside does shout
my motives seem abstracted

Looking with judgemental eyes
I oh so quickly click
then I hear my soul, it cries
"Man, you make me sick!!"

Not taking time to get to know
any that I've viewed
I've chosen maybe,yes or no?
my vanity is skewed

Do any seem to find it prattle
much as I do catch
to view each other much as cattle
in this Mutual Match????

Or is it just me??

thats great

Great poem!

(((Ghost))) I think he will like this!

Right on Ghost,,,lol

take that Pats,,,lol,,,lol

cute write