The Wages of Cynical

The diatribes vicious he frequently writes Have not earned him a dime: But if he could auction abandoned beliefs He’d be rich in no time


You’ve done this now so many times She does not feel the pain; Her skin’s grown tough and hardened Where you’ve scraped it raw again It’s not the fact you disappoint, For much worse now is true; She’s come to think that everyone Is just as bad As you


On the boardwalk in Pensacola Beach, Florida.