It’s the social media age where everybody’s an expert,
‘Influencing’ the new sought after calling, the cheat code for easy access to vocations once elusive,
Modelling or fitness, travel experts, dancers and actors, perhaps a combination,
Screw the qualifications, just slap it on that ‘about me’ section,
Among the posers, braggarts and performers looking to get IG and Tik Tok famous, some branding themselves lifestyle and relationship experts looking to sell you something,
‘Be an alpha version of yourself,’ says they, a better you just a follow away,
Hawking ‘courses’ to the masses teaching ‘em to live like bosses,
But a serious relationship doesn’t seem a part of the syllabus, at least not for most of ‘em,
Why stick to one in the face of endless options? FOMO and YOLO come together at the expense of true love and commitment,
But differences apply when it comes to opposing genders, as you’ll find out a little later,
So strap yourselves in, get ready to set sail, the forecast points to wild and choppy waters.
Everyone knows a cheater, their reputations precede them,
Clinging to ‘em like a bad smell, following them straight into hell,
Infidelity once committed is mighty hard to remedy,
The bond you once had virtually irreparable, such betrayal damn near unforgivable,
Hell hath no fury like a partner scorned, they’ll be crowin’ from their platform like Foghorn Leghorn,
The deed once an act of shame but becoming all-too commonplace, different day another victim, despite known consequences,
Yet ‘coaches’ and dating ‘experts’, even so-called ‘writers’ are giving the green light to their naïve followers,
Though the motives for such actions differ across the genders,
In both cases boredom with your other is somehow an acceptable excuse,
Definitely if one feels too superior, it’s a privilege they are free to abuse,
Shit becomes addictive, it’s an extreme sport of sorts, the ever-present thrill of getting caught somehow overpowering guilty thoughts,
Talk about living among sociopaths and the narcissistic,
It’s the world we’re living in where hurting those that love us most becomes an act all too exciting,
‘Send the fucking asteroid,’ no doubt many are thinking it, the decay’s gone too deep, worms and other vermin preparing to feast.
Though both sides have boredom with their others and the thrill of the action as common motivating factors, others all but exclusive to both sides must also be taken into consideration,
Males taught they have the right to fuck with others on the side,
Emotions left out of it, just a meaningless encounter, she needn’t know what he gets up to on the sly,
Females can and should hook with others to strengthen existing unions, good for the self-esteem which in turn make them better partners,
A victimless crime as long as they’re never ever caught, cheating out of love, that’s what they’re being taught,
But here’s the kicker for both sides, their other halves aren’t allowed similar pleasures,
‘Kick ‘em to the gutter and find you another’, say their respective teachers, suddenly infidelity redefined as an evil act of folly,
Guys being taught that she cheats out of emotional fulfilment and a sudden lack of interest but when he does it’s just for kicks so the missus needn’t overthink it,
Hers is an act of betrayal, a total heart ripper, ‘she’s for the streets’, they’re being told, ‘you deserve better, King, to hell with that hoe,’
Meanwhile, for the female’s side, if he cheats he’s the devil personified,
Whereas she does it to expand her horizons and/or because he left her wanting and dissatisfied,
‘You deserve better, Queen,’ they’re being told, ‘kick him to the curb, ain’t worth wasting tears for that turd,’
Fuck that for a sick joke, how does one side get a free pass for a disrespectful act?
Nobody likes a coward, near-impossible to piece together broken glass once it’s shattered.
To the proponents of such behaviour, gotta ask y’all a simple question,
If you ain’t looking to take a relationship serious then why not continue on your lonesome?
Stay independent if you’re looking just to hit and quit, no one waiting at home to concern yourself with, you never wanted strings attached so why not remain detached?
And if there’s trouble in paradise, surely it’s better to work through ‘em together, or part ways if the union has run its course or issues are irreconcilable,
Aren’t discipline and self-respect hallmarks of a true, so-called ‘alpha’?
In addition to leadership qualities, integrity and an ability to keep one’s self together?
Being a slave to one’s urges and nether regions, it’s a sign of weakness if you really think about it,
That be some beta simp shit, the short term gratification delaying inevitable destruction,
And you’re big mad while reminding your disciples that having the tables turned is unjustifiable?
Pot, meet kettle, if anyone deserves a taste of it better look in the mirror,
You of all people should’ve known that not all have it in ‘em to be committed,
And for the record, no one’s giving them a pass, on the totem pole they’re in the lower rung with the rats,
If both parties agree to an open door policy, spreading the wealth to the like-minded and interested, that’s their own damn business,
To each their own, but don’t assume such an arrangement will get everybody’s vote,
Some still believe in exclusivity and loyalty, ‘til death do them part,
One should be so lucky to find someone that goes all in, it takes a real piece of work to discard ‘em over cheaper thrills.
So cut the crap, ‘Coach’, misleading and deceiving your poor ‘stans’,
Declining common sense and social media, they kinda go hand in hand,
Go ahead, encourage them to be liars, weasels and degenerates,
Presumably you’re right beside ‘em in the trenches, a not so happy ending is where y’all are headed,
Think a mountainous conquest is impressive? Maybe to your homies at the club but a real one ain’t having it,
Don’t nobody want to get with the village bicycle, a tunnel that been ran through many times over,
A fool bossed by the appendage from where he urinates, you sure you ain’t carrying nasties up to and including AIDS?
Such a life might seem a dream at first but it will quickly take its toll, too many bodies to keep track off, begging for more of your time, it’ll mess the body and the mind,
Then you get all up in your feelings when your other half turns the tables? You reap what you sow, Farmer, gotta face the consequences,
And if ever in the future you decide you want to change direction and give that family tree some extra branches,
Putting your best foot forward but all the good ones aren’t buying it,
Can’t turn back the clock and neither can your minions, you can try to keep it a secret but a past victim of your philandering is sure to expose it,
This game you’re playing has an age limit, at some point you will hit the wall,
There’ll come a day where no one will be checking for ya but alas, a fulfilled and stable life might be out of reach for ya,
You may successfully make amends and reinvent yourself, but it’ll be a mighty tough stain to erase,
‘Once a snake, always a snake,’ they say, still on the hunt for future prey,
So take a break from the moment and take a look forward, think about that for a second, does it sound at all appealing?
If not better change your ways, stop ripping hearts, bad things come to they who take others for granted, better wise up and stop the cap.