You sit behind you bare skin limbs, asking for me. Saying, “ Please, oh please I need your body,” I bet you were proud of asking for me probably weren’t the slightest bit ashamed. But you see I’m smarter than most, I don’t play into your bat of an eye, finger twirling, butterfly game. I see you for what I see, pixels with stupid syntax, and a flirty set of 1s and 0’s. To me you are nothing more than an Instagram post, and let me tell you Mr. Scorpion4735, you do seem like a venomous *****.