My Social Life

I get up in the morning and execute
My daily plod:
Gym, library, store,
More of less in that order.
Back home I cook, I eat, I scribble-scratch,
I watch TV.
Twice a month I go to a bar--
It's a barren scene.
I write advertisements and post them online;
Sometimes there is interest, but no candidate lasts
Beyond day two.
Real meetings are rare.
My permanent presence on dating sites
Induces yawns
Or produces love letters from total fictions.
Once a year, maybe, an earnest fellow
Will badminton-bat a bird my way;
He'll be polite and so reserved, but should I ever
Propose any business more demanding
Than tippy-tap typing on keyboard keys,
My correspondent will fade into fuzz.

I hear women likewise have reason to wail;
Cold comfort, that.

Reviews

[Brent]

A little bit of routine helps a person's day run smoothly. However, you are great at describing a monotonous daily routine that leaves the character in a loop of despair.

Three words of advice to your intrepid narrator--time for vacation!

[Wilyem Clark]

Ah, Brent, if you must know, I am on permanent vacation!