Cynicism
Fas[cyn]ation with the skeptical
that make up our country
has brought me to the point
of dubious thought.
What if the world is doomed
and what if social security will run out
between our fingers; a fine grade of sand
that lands upon our sandaled feet and cramps
the style between our toes? What if
the Hokey Pokey is the highest form
of artistic dance? Who do we pray to
if God is our creation or we can’t trust in him
on our money? Suppose the dollar is never
worth its weight again in Euros; then what?
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