sonnet No doubt you bluntly

No doubt youd bluntly troll for single men
Inspecting words of waffle that youve said
Inanities you throw in now and then
Yes strangers must deduce you so ill bred
You sit in silence by your citizen
A bore and boring put up job you dread
Youll meet a lucky man who knows when
Youve billed yourself a bon vivant if read
Lunks lisp lolling looks least likely lesbian
Your pure opinion puts on airs it ails
Your crossed away thighs tell tall torrid tales
Tickled thugs tip the touch of off thespian
Your lowly ranking rounds out our hen crowd
Your phone a property you plonk it proud
Chorus crowd horde mob