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Original Cynic
Hardly a follower Never blind faith Always suspicious Forever to grate On the nerves of the righteous On the heels of the strong On the brains of the lazy On the will of the throngs It's me all you sinners It's me all you folks It's me all you hustlers The contrary note The original cynic Unbridled child That saw no king's clothes I spoke true and spoke loud Now when you hear cynics Listen and think I'll always take you To the edge of the brink
© Paul Viel 2002
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