A Fork in My Cynical Side

Put a fork in my cynical mind

The daily youthful yell

I emit while laying on my side

A gorgeous hope

Of a sick pretender

Hold high your hands

In bittersweet surrender

The gabby daily papers

Running underneath my fingers

As the pencil rests

Against the foamy green desk

Put a fork in my cynical mind

 

 

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