The One

I saunter the streets with swagger all night;

Even give in to c*ckblockers without a fight;

Looking at the half-skirts is so much a delight;

But who is THE one, I don't know.

Bars and tables I don't ever skip;

They say, 'Yay sir, do you want a sip?';

And they say, 'Can't sit here, 'tis reserved for the hip';

Who's THE one meant for me, I don't know.

Skirts with hairy arms around are regular;

Skirts sitting alone on table but very rare;

I can only get a singles' table and a chair;

For if I will ever have THE one, I don't know.

Is she the 'soulmate', is she 'true love';

Will I find her online or in mangrove;

Friendzone has been my only ladylove;

Who's THE one who won't do that to me, I don't know.

Heaven knows who might be those who get to c*m;

Hey still you can count on swiggy and a bottle of rum;

Will I get to enjoy such treats when I get the b*m?

That's something well, I certainly don't know.