Kristy Artmann - Cynical

Excuse me if I am cynical,
Take your own advice that’s cordial.
I’ve refused to believe there’s goodness,
In a soul that’s sated with decomposition and iniquity.
You’re as nauseating as a filthy scab on a monkey’s ass,
Another rampant expedition with you? Ha I’ll pass….

I already know your intentions; none of which are in every respect pure,
Fiercely mixed with deception and heartache for the future I’m sure.
Leave me be and go about your own life,
You’ve caused me enough humble strife.
Go about your whorish ways and build up your hoe-parade,
And lick the secreting wounds you have seldom for yourself made.

Hell is awaiting your stay,
And that sir, on your grave I’d be more than welcome to parlay.
My life now is wondrous and lively always,
And I’m ignoring all of your pathetic sashays.
Do you think you’re worth messing up my new relationship?
Ha, you’re not! Sorry to sink your warship….

Cynical I am….
Shoo…scram….
Cynical I’ll remain….
There’s nothing else to explain…
Cynical of you still….
I’ll give you no more cheap thrills…..
Of you, I’m just cynical…

~Kristy C. Artmann~ © 2008

Kristy Artmann

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