Fools' Gold
Hail your neighbor, the cynic.
He’s figured it all out,
The master of any subject,
Never beset by doubt.
Bow to the brilliant cynic,
In all ways in the know.
There’s nothing left to learn,
When every answer is “no”.
Admire the clever cynic.
You’ll never see him shirk.
When your calling calls for nothing
You never have to work.
Follow the faithful cynic.
Just keep your blinkers intact.
You can travel the whole world
Without replacing a single fact.
Forgive the wondrous cynic.
He’s handicapped, not absurd.
How would you get along
With a vocabulary of a single word?
Charles B. Neff
February 4, 2011
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