The Prism Of Cynicism Poem by John Sensele

Cynicism spectres mustn't stalk civility
Despite sights and bites of disappointment
In the context of egregious incivility
Experienced on the fence of taut torments.

Cynicism sacs mustn't hack a peace pack
Despite the blight and slight of incensed spite
Sampled and gambled in front and at the back
Weighed down on the back of a futile fight.

Cynicism symbolisms mustn't rear their ugly head
Despite disillusion and the profusion of illusion
Perceived and received under the pretext of a head fed
To malice at a price too high to warrant a fickle fusion.

Cynicism sounds and pounds your table in a fable
Lived and grieved in a world of nightmares
Endured under the lure of a senility stable
Where experts evince events that scare mighty mares.