A Cynic

A cynic, you say? A cynic, maybe

Or perhaps just stricken with reality

Yes, reality, everyone’s disease

Far reaching and worse than a cough or a wheeze

When our world is imbued with evil and hate

It’s clear we don’t start out with a clean slate

Fallen and fallible, our lives will reflect

But we break the mirror, eager to deflect

Our inklings of sin, we live in denial

We hope for the best, can’t detect the guile

Of innate human nature, found quite repulsive

Our shit is pervasive, we’re anal expulsive

We revel in ignorance, can’t break the trend

Don’t see the light until the bitter end

A cynic, you say? A cynic, maybe

Or perhaps just stricken with reality...