Tinder Samurai - Samsa

I like to think I’m well-equipped as any other average guy

But I just can’t discover love and I don’t even set my standards high

On top of that, I’m camera shy, maybe I should opt-out of the dating pool

And be an undercover tinder samurai

Cause I would rather type online than whisper in a dingy bar

And swiping left and right could be my new bushido ninja star

I’m well-versed in virtual lovemaking ninjutsu

On every profile pic I post, I’m posing with my shitzu

Or flexing with my shirt off cause I heard that gets you hits too

Especially OkCupid, I’m like Eros or the cherubs be

I pierce hearts of women with my cursor and my arrow keys

And disregard my Roman roots and choose a font that’s serif-free

Trust me

I’m a tinder bio brainiac

The way I kindle fire with matches, I’m a pyromaniac

On christian mingle, I’m a casanova

If ya’ll don’t think so, y’all can ask Jehovah

Check your inbox, he might send an answer over

I wish I had the muscles of a granite sculpture

I would log on ashleymadison and bang adulterers

I’m so lonely, I’ve considered farmers-only

Just for someone’s arms to hold me

Also, I’m really big on agriculture

But if I had that body of a grecian God

I would trawl on pof.com and use it as a fishing rod

And hope I don’t get catfish

The fact is if I did, I’d probably play along cause God knows I could use the

practice

And if I’m aching for my roots, I’d visit shaadi.com

Message islamic wahhabi hijabi hotties «salaam»

And sunni, shia, those are both denominations I respect

Cause I just care for our connection

I don’t care about the sects

Sometimes I uninstall my apps in reckless insurrectious rage

Then regret it while I check the craiglist missed connections page

Then I think that I should get out more and disregard my mobile cell

Get to know the local teller at my barnes and noble well

And check out what she’s reading while she’s charging up my total sale

And ask her if she likes the novel

And once she answers, ask her if wants to grab some coffee or some ice cream

waffles

She’d probably say that’s awesome

I’d ask her when she’s off of work

She might answer «midnight»

I’d tell her that sounds awful

What a bummer, and from somewhere

I might muster up the nerve to get her number

And I would ask her what her digits are

And if I play it right then I can disregard my ninja stars

Say sayonara to katanas and my other weapons too

And try committing by committing online dating seppuku