The Menacing Cynic

Cyclic in cynicism while tossing blankets of scrutinous critiques.
Yeah that’s he.
Judgmental,
Maybe just mental.
Gaslights hurled from the world telling the shields to go eunuch.
When the world goes to hell they are not looking to you bitch.
Unless they need puppets to motivate the ruminants to the slaughter.
All for one until there is none,
But who tells the One that they are the smoking gun.
Shit If he does it he gets hanged by the dick.
If she does it She a traitorous bitch.
No body wins in a war against fiends, because when you look to your hierarchy they are the ones leading the team.


Get mad and ask but make sure you read.
Don’t stop at what makes you hot.
Until you got steam coming out of your pot?
But stop when you feel like you forgot.
If you ever knew.
The feeling of living life,
much more peaceful without you!

Alternates in a realm where being you is inane.
This little hole is where you gain some minuscule fame.
You dulled the pain so much,
Our words don’t even hit,
Until you run into a true son of bitch.

Call it out like mortar fire missions.
You know how and when the bomb is coming, but don’t know where it’s going to hit.
That’s the true nature when dealing with a bitch.
You feel offended by that,
you can suck my dick.

Unfriendly message from your dear Son of a Bitch.