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True Cynicism
Often I humor at things I read
I am growing exceedingly cold
Maybe it's not at all in me but
Their words both young and old
In a search for any kind of reason
We go afar and many times astray
Can I be now so tediously cynical
Their ideas don’t even near gray
There motivation prolly attention
What inspires them in this quest
An endeavor for true originality
Funny, most assuredly I now jest
Who reflects on the truth inside
The only things I know are real
Why do I think I get to decide
What is writing, if not to reveal
Penned by Wayland Bunch 2/2/2013
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