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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jack7" data-source="post: 6372410" data-attributes="member: 54707">Oh, modern man...I SAW THE CYNICThe modern man thinks cynicism a wondrous form of strengthEverything to him is trope, a bitter truth, the lengthOf his shortened rod by which he whips out at the worldIf only his so little rod were not so inward curled But cynic odd, or love be damned, the fulsome of it allSeems to flee out of his mouth as if he juggled ballsLike a jongleur of old times who loved a bit too muchTo hear himself recount the tale of H.R. Puffnstuf How can love, or hero-stuff lead to better lives?I don’t know, I just work here, I’ll have mine with chivesFor turtle soup is this day’s catch, or maybe not so fastWhat the hell is this about, Odysseus at last? Look here comes the Jabberwock to bundersnatch us upFor if you’re selling your despair we’ll all just have a cupSo drink up lads, and drink it deep, nothing really curesEpicurus had his day, ‘gainst that we’re all inured Yet maybe still they hope to sneak like vipers in the grassSome little thing to give us joy or even make us laughNone of that – now off with you, you’ll not breed hope round here!I’ll be damned before all that – you think me insincere? Oh modern man, oh modern man, to hear the siren’s wailSatire’s anchor caught below, eight bells and all is wellI saw the Cynic with a lamp, Diogenes his nameHe sought a man he never found, that loss his only fame Yet we’ve done better haven’t we? Now everyman is himWe’ve no lamps to light our way, but Hell we’re in the trimSo cynic this and whine of that and wail to weeping skiesI see the cynic everywhere, his mask is no disguise</blockquote>

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