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