Death To The Cynics Poem by Gary Diamond

I like to think of the cynic as the person who once was optimistic.
And was so optimistic and so let down by it
That it turned around on the fly.

The cynic is there
He shoots dialogue into
The air
He murmurs things of trust and treason
He'll criticise and adore every season
For the same damn reasons you and I do.

The cynic in me likes to believe that despite my bid for greatness
Despite my winning lottery tickets I'll never fly in space, weightless
As good a pop song as I might write,
It'll always seem
Too weird
Too direct
Too off-kilter
Too old
To really make a difference.

The cynic is very fickle, can be very gentle but prefers to kill things with his words
He loves what he loves, hates what she hates and all else BE DAMNED.
This attitude comes with failed romance
And having ten jobs and from all
GETTING CANNED.

Yes, the best cynics are the old ones.
Because the only reason they are cynical in the end
Is an act.
As I see it
If you're cynical to death
You're not going to last very long.
You have to let the joy out sometime.