Hardly Social.

Shall I compare thee to a tinder date?

Thou art more classy than those little hoes.

Shut them down and they'll have to masturbate,

But swipe ye left and I may never know.

Sometime too many selfies does one take,

Lack of literature adorn the shelves;

Instagram, Facebook, all socially fake,

Minds go numb; all too taken with ourselves.

But thy beauty and splendor is always,

In my minds eye, merely mention your name.

Too good for lips of guys who never stay.

How I go without you knowing the shame.

So long as you post, or you snap, or tweet,

So long live I to worship at your feet.