Excuse me if I am cynical, <br />Take your own advice that’s cordial. <br />I’ve refused to believe there’s goodness, <br />In a soul that’s sated with decomposition and iniquity. <br />You’re as nauseating as a filthy scab on a monkey’s ass, <br />Another rampant expedition with you? Ha I’ll pass…. <br /> <br />I already know your intentions; none of which are in every respect pure, <br />Fiercely mixed with deception and heartache for the future I’m sure. <br />Leave me be and go about your own life, <br />You’ve caused me enough humble strife. <br />Go about your whorish ways and build up your hoe-parade, <br />And lick the secreting wounds you have seldom for yourself made. <br /> <br />Hell is awaiting your stay, <br />And that sir, on your grave I’d be more than welcome to parlay. <br />My life now is wondrous and lively always, <br />And I’m ignoring all of your pathetic sashays. <br />Do you think you’re worth messing up my new relationship? <br />Ha, you’re not! Sorry to sink your warship…. <br /> <br />Cynical I am…. <br />Shoo…scram…. <br />Cynical I’ll remain…. <br />There’s nothing else to explain… <br />Cynical of you still…. <br />I’ll give you no more cheap thrills….. <br />Of you, I’m just cynical… <br /> <br />~Kristy C. Artmann~ © 2008<br /><br />Kristy Artmann<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cynical-2/
