satire

Posted: April 19, 2012 in alone, clarity, facts, me, poetry

they say the way you get it
will be the way you lose it
so if you were then the chosen
that’s just til they unchoose it

nothing lasts forever
nothing ever stays
disproving this fact to me
would mean knowledge beyond your days

i’m happier “the cynic”
more content the Tom that doubts
i’m safer as the questioner
comfortable with my pouts

don’t ask me to believe you
i’ll only say i do
and then you’ll say you believe me
and i’ll wink, “of course you do”

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