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Prose Challenge of the Week #52: Pick a classic poem and re-write it, modernize it, and share your poetic interpretation of the piece. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #itslit

Dylan Thomas Swipes Right

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Unrequited lust can be the fiercest fire;

Swipe, swipe my profile to the right.

Surely you understand my raging plight,

What a shame to feed our flames to the pyre;

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Glutting with commonalities: we're both white,

The marble pillar of our intraracial desire.

Swipe, swipe my profile to the right.

My thinly veiled innuendo is too much to fight,

Let us emerge from this lovesick mire;

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Head over and I'll even do some romantic shite

Like recite dead-tongue poetry accompanied by lyre.

Swipe, swipe my profile to the right.

Come on. Nobody wants to pay for a site.

I know of this digital mating dance you tire;

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Swipe, swipe my profile to the right.