The Cynic Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Ram it down
Make it stay
No matter how much it hurts
It will never go away
Hence, sickness is the only way



Wake up sleeping
Put the wool right over your eyes
Walk with another's cause
Live a life ever so misleading



Smile wide
Lie and say everything is alright
Kill yourself more each day
So you can fall asleep counting sheep
Pasting your face on every which one
Find your ideal disguise



Cry inside
Shield yourself with pride
Live a normal life
By ideal nine to five plight
Trust me, everything will be just alright



Keep it down
Never regurgitate
Keep singing the same old song
Manufactured love will always come your way



Choose evil by deciding over the same evil
Everything is all just a game



Limit yourself; Limitations are the only way to ever stay sane



Trust me, The Cynical me,
Says everything will be alright from now wrong!