Cynic

A Poem by Samuel Jack

There he goes again
With that cynical finger
Poking holes in all creation

Turn it on yourself once in a while
You've plenty of faults for the prodding

I don't mean to bring on a wave of blue melancholy,
Or begin the going quiet thing
But by your own reasoning,
I cant turn my cheek from great folly

© 2013 Samuel Jack

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Added on June 7, 2013
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Samuel Jack

Birmingham, West Midlands, United Kingdom

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I'm from the industrial wasteland that is England, I'm very passionate about poetry, while not being very educated on the subject. So constructive criticism is more than welcome. I like poetry, for.. more..