Cynics with their unsubstantial theories of life
Grimace cruelly while rambling utter nonsense
Noncommittal nods scrutinizing you from head to toe
Pretending they are victorious in their sedentary lives
Vapid existence of theirs offended and infuriated
Detached souls they bear with dissolved lack of life
Hate us curse us for they cannot live our lives
Potent apt impulsive with depthless life in our smiles
Their bitter truth miserably unveils at our presence
Devastation knits shrouds up around them, hearse at hand
We tread the greenery pasture of eternal glimmer
Too blinding for their critical eyes’ endurance
A hearty guffaw they are in our busy lively lives
Cheap imitation of life masking insipidity, they are
Underground Metal Circle, the congregation of day dream
Yet in justification of humanity and the wisdom it holds
Ladies and Gentlemen, please give it up for…..
Unsubtle Mongrel Cynics………………..
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