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.
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