Instant friendship, instant divorce,
Love at first sight, not taking sweet course.
We are used to gratification, at a button's click,
To wait for love to ripen, seems a concept sick.
Infatuation steals the show, over companionate love,
The promise of an enduring bond, you can up your arse shove.
Its boring, its common place, it lacks the thrill,
Long term is for losers, not for ones who go for the kill.
Instant deliveries and instant likes,
Leave an instant review, if service is good or yikes.
Between the stimulus and response, lies our freedom- they say,
But to react in time's more tempting - it keeps FOMO at bay.
They say poetry is nothing, but emotions recollected in tranquility,
No matter how mundane my day goes by, I recharge instantly- add a poem to kitty.
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