Modern Love - Poem by Tyler Martin
Find a partner, halve the rent.
Save the cash you would have spent
on the lonesome distractions
that have petrified action.
Split the bills, eat not alone,
hear the occasional groan
caused by annoyance or sex:
Someone who’s not you to vex.
Confounding as a math jock,
modern love is the hard stalk
emerging from a soft place,
where economy meets waste.
But modern’s just as iffy
as traditional is stuffy.
Mourning is a sterile cat
feasting on a pregnant rat.
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