Mastodawn

The Dopamine Loop

The Dopamine Loop
by Stewart Stafford

I was down on the beach,
She was within my reach,
I wandered over to her,
And her delectable purr.

I said, “Tell me your name,”
God knows it’s always the same,
Megan had that ironed-out hair,
Fish lips that shone everywhere.

Tattooed, pierced and ripped,
She had the masc thing shipped,
A bikinied cyborg in wait,
With fembot Beckys as bait.

I told her I was the prize,
She rolled pretty green eyes,
A mirage of the male gaze,
I’ll never change my ways.

I asked her if she was free,
She said, “Yes,” but not to me,
Swiping on her phone screen,
With an ick-filtered gleam.

So I did the walk of shame,
From this rigged dating game,
Megan giggling with her girlies —
“Shoot your shot”? A joke, surely.

The algorithm said discard —
Netflix and chill got barred,
Ego death resurrected in DMs,
Touché! “Cherchez la femme.”

From cattle market app to an OnlyFans link,
Flesh water abounds, but none to drink.