We traded long letters for quick texts,
and “Roses are red” for Netflix in bed.
We traded deep conversations and a lengthy embrace
for hurtful flirtation and “We went to third base”.
We swapped dressing up for a nice show
for drunk nights with guys we don’t know.
We swapped “May I have this dance”
for “What’s it going to take to get in your pants?”
Now introducing hookup culture.
Where one night stands are the norm,
And relationships..are seemingly torture.
Introducing Generation: Instant Gratification
Where you turn to the internet and boom #TittyNation.
A time when sex is just sex, no strings attached.
They ask how you met, you say I swiped right, we matched
Meet someone in a coffee shop or a bookstore?
Nah that’s what online dating’s for.
We used to strive for “someday”
OMG wait..just got another like on my pic with #bae
*Author’s Note: I ended the poem by derailing myself to showcase that I am not necessarily above hookup culture. And that yes I do have Tinder.