No more side chicks/dudes

They say there’s plenty of fish in the sea

But some of us are master baiters

Fishing for partners like crazy

Making them master daters

As they

Market their catch like the master traitors

Who later

Just go for the greater catch

Either that

Or they’ll be hitting home runs like Ruth’s bat

But I mean Jesus said that

We could be “fishers of men”

Then

Why is it we prefer to fish for the opposite gen?

Having sex with the very people we call friends,

Blaming God for being silent when

All we ever want to do commit sin

Against our lovers

Under cover

Just remember

You can’t hide everything

Under covers

You sucker

More like adulterer

You humper

Bet you won’t go relay that to your mother

So go ahead and tell a hundred girls

You love her

You loner

You desperate freak

You’ll just burn in your own heat.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Please be a little open about this. It's my first poem. Hope y'all like it. Thanks.