The world of cynics

This is the world of cynics:

If you don’t lie you don’t get

If you don’t muck you don’t care. 

If you don’t fight you get defeated 

And all over is repeated. 

In the world of cynics promises don’t count.

Lies come in thousands of forms,

to everyone around.

And there’s no limit for the person,  topic or  time. 

We tell the cruelest truth hopping it is a lie. 

In the world of cynics we make businesses, friendships and love. 

We make  money based on promises won’t go

We make friends in the simplest way of forecasting the weather.

We make love so many times looking for the next being less bitter. 

There’s no limit for the world of cynics 

We compete everyday for defeating our own standards

Because what is important is the ultimate result

Because not using all means is a waste of time 

Because not provoking enough pain is not feeling enough 

In this world of cynics we live in pain and we cause pain. 

And we think this will bring us closer to everyone else.

And offending became the new way of being nice.

We muck to show affection to not feeling affection 

We think being kind with everyone else is weird.

And this is how the world of cynics go.

We know that the future won’t be better 

We know that every step we make will leave us alone

And we expect to be relieved when the world falls apart.