I don't believe
a word being said
as cynicism runs
rampid through my head.
I used to think
he was gone and dead
as it was subdued
and put to bed
but a step back
and a realization gathered
brings a revelation
that means no other words mattered.
When others open
their yapping mouths
is when the voice within
my head gets loud.
It overtakes
all other emotions
(as if possessing
some magic potions)
and begins to attack
the purveyor of nonsense
who pushes preposterousness
through a blind man's lense.
The cynic then rises
from ashes long thought
to be burned for good
but was simply overlooked.
Pushed to the limits,
self control is released
as furious rage
is now unleashed.
Well deserved in this
occasion of ridiculum,
hopefully this is the finale
with no more yet to come.
The guardian of all
sacred common sense
can ill-afford
giving its two cents.
So with another bout behind
here's to this hope:
the cynic that lives
will live no more.
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