a poem about if Socrates was on tinder and at clubs

If socrates was on tinder

He would catfish for sure

Pretend to be a young skater boy

But be a mean man underneath

Hardened

And striking

Constantly like a baby rattlesnake

Ready to bring down anyone who tries to outsmart his logic

He would send weird gifs instead of “hey”

He would take pictures of boys with abs and claim them as his own

When he meets his dates to take them home

he tries to be cool

He really tries

But instead comes off as a hot professor

With an odd smell

Did he not shower?

Of course not. Showering is for lazy people who have nothing else to do.

Socrates thinks these young boys should be honored to go on a date with him, but leaves the check for them to pay.

When they go back to his house

The boy goes on his knees, not to give fallacio, but the greatest sexual pleasure for socrates.

He exclaims

“Socrates, your logic is unbreakable, your skill is unquestionable

Your speech is understandable

And you are admired in all the lands.”

With that Socrates would cum in the boy’s face

And he would turn over, go to sleep

Leaving the boy to attempt to escape the labyrinth of socrates messy apartment

Before he goes

The boy turns

Snaps a picture of socretes with a flower crown snapchat filter

And swishes away

Another story

For another day

Socrates is hella kinky

He is that guy at the kit kat standing in the corner

With nothing on but sandals and a hat

With a feather

The most rare bird he could get his hands on

Killed

And used to adorn the rich and famous

Although richness is what you hide behind

Not really rich

But wondering of what is possible.

What is good breeding anyway

Did you know they were called blue bloods because their veins were popping out of their skin so much that you could see the literal blue blood.

So we know that death is super sexy

And thus the man almost dying in the corner stroking his dick

Is kinky

Socrates

But more on the perv side