The Prism of Cynicism

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.