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Sometimes the searing sharpness of cynicism is required; The acid, eye -watering lemon zest of fact Piercing The soft underbelly Of platitudes, niceties, clichés, pleasantries and delusions. The sweet smile offset by the glint in the eye, The raise of an eyebrow or the hint of a frown Won't do it. Slivers of sycophancy stick in the teeth And globules of gratuitous grovelling make one gag. Swimming in warm soapsuds makes the skin shrivel And the body longs for the cold shock of sea and salt. Slick smoothness sickens like melting ice cream and pretty politeness can seem Pretty pointless In the icy blast of a down turn. Whipped up enthusiasm is just that - A lot of hot air. Oil the wheels, grease the palm, slick back the hair, Stick on the smile, fix the grin, paint the slap. Nothing sounds too well held in place; All ready to slide off, leaving the raw expression of bewilderment In the face of reality
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 6:01 AM UTC
Cynicism
Sometimes the searing sharpness of cynicism is required; The acid, eye -watering lemon zest of fact Piercing The soft underbelly Of platitudes, niceties, clichés, pleasantries and delusions. The sweet smile offset by the glint in the eye, The raise of an eyebrow or the hint of a frown Won't do it. Slivers of sycophancy stick in the teeth And globules of gratuitous grovelling make one gag. Swimming in warm soapsuds makes the skin shrivel And the body longs for the cold shock of sea and salt. Slick smoothness sickens like melting ice cream and pretty politeness can seem Pretty pointless In the icy blast of a down turn. Whipped up enthusiasm is just that - A lot of hot air. Oil the wheels, grease the palm, slick back the hair, Stick on the smile, fix the grin, paint the slap. Nothing sounds too well held in place; All ready to slide off, leaving the raw expression of bewilderment In the face of reality
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 6:01 AM UTC
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