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“REASONABLE CYNICISM?” a poem, a.k.a.: “Rumors Of Human ‘Quality’ Have Been Greatly Exaggerated.” Thursday, October 3, 2019 (Thursday)

I CONTEND (that) noble, virtuous, consistently carried out acts,

Do NOT align with what we might call “Reason able Facts.”

THE FACT of Human Existence, as we crawl around this wobbly rock,

As far as we can tell, has ALWAYS been: KOOKS, who like to talk;

Like TODAY, people (1) watch TV; (2) want MORE & (3) listen to tunes,

Taking advantage of what they can get away with; in short, we’re a bunch o’ loons;

For instance, The U. S. President is a wonderful reflection of our world & soci ety;

As for Mother Teresa? & other “saints,” I don’t buy their “pi ety.”

Remember, I mentioned a Japanese friend of mine, who worked with Mother Teresa?

“She was a slave driver, who [often] yelled at us; why’d I ever get my travel visa,

To go to Bombay and work with her, doing work there for the poor? (pause)

And, also, at a moment’s noticed, all us REASONABLE people go to war,

To prove how good we really are orMaybeThat: “Might is Right.”

(The ONLY reason, I think, most people ’round here don’t con stantly fight,

Is because they fear their families might disown them and/or they’d be thrown in prison),

& The Next Generation’s not better or worse; just another bunch o’ goofballs has arisen.

George Washington? (ComeOn) (pausse) “I can NOT lie; (pause)

I chopped the cherry tree.” Far fetched, Baby; I suggest, “inA pig’s eye.”*

I don’t buy his nobility; he probably beat his wife, but Martha ain’t talkin’ & that is life.

So, the next time you read “sugar coated” stories of how “perfect” Jesus was,

Or How The Buddha sat under The Bodhi Tree FOR YEARS, just because,

You might ask: “When did anyone with consistent nobility ever live around here?”

I suggest they MOSTLY [just] drown their sorrows in beer,

Declaring how much they like that vile, precious drink,

An “acquired taste” it is; anyway(s), that’s what I think.

And, if you don’t know me well, I would definitely NOT smile at me too much,

For I’m just another bloke, yearning for the forbidden touch,

Of a Sympathetic Girl, who might’n call me “Sweetheart,”

But, when she gets to know me, I’m only hopeful she won’t depart,

Leaving in a fit of disgust, (pause) because, Folks, this poet’s lined with crust,

And filled with gall, desperately TRYING not to fall,

But mostly never standing EVEN PARTIALLY proud and tall,

As with everyone. (pause) But, I STILL CONTEND, “WE’RE ALL JUST FINE,

Despite that AnyOfUs can LOSE IT, with just a glass of wine,

For we’ll say SOMETHING (that) we’ll be sorry for In The Morning;

REASONABLE? Is SO Doubtful! I give you THIS TINY WARNING:

That EVERYONE’S A MESSY THING, BeYou GAL OR GUY;

We’re mostly BEWILDERED FOLKS, striving to “get by,”

With a smattering of ridiculous hope, in only a single eye,

And THE GREATEST TENDENCY, with the slightest pressure, (pause)

ToCompletely BREAK DOWN AND CRY.

fin β™₯

  • – a phrase meaning: No way; highly unlikely.
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Published by J Jay Samuel Davis

A West Texas Cowboy, seeking "fishers of (wo)men!"

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