Tungstenturtle Poetry

The wonders of modernization,
overcame wildest imagination.
Science fiction became reality,
internet a base line of society.

Ah what a blessing,
anonymous messing.
Rules of good manners,
substituted through haters and banners.

In the space of new freedom,
basic desires have not gone.
Mating and relationship formation,
lead to online dating account creation.

Once again a blank sheet,
something new or a repeat.
Altough fake, you could be anyone,
pretending and cheating won.

In the sphere of plausibility,
your profile polish gives you security.
A little younger, a little taller,
attractive interests, belly somewhat smaler.

Photoshop and AI help a little bit,
only the basic tool kit.
Now, digital born a new one,
a new ego you could become.

Based on a lie you gain success,
and who says that you need to confess.
You are Spicey Manfred now,
and you are wow.

You get attention and recognition,
you are on a partner finding mission.
Bending yourself to be more interesting,
so much time you have been investing.

To fake to be someone you are not,
instead to take the setup you have got.
And take all the faking time,
to bring your true self to shine.

From faking frustration will arise anyhow,
if the fake works, you will stay a painted cow.
If the fake get your hopes up and fail in the end,
you are left with disapointment in your hand.

If you want to be a spicy Manfred indeed,
you have everything you need.
A plan, a motivation and yourself to transform,
stay true, and start to perform.

Being honest and satisfied to you,
will make your partner dreams come true.
A question of self love and reflexion,
the true basics to generate honest affection.

Spicey Manfred is imagination. It was born at a birthday party during a team game to invent Tinder Profile names. I got the permission of the inventor to use it 😉 -thanks a lot little DJ