Cynical Kisses

Sometime the cynical kiss,

Is all I get

It’s also often,

All I can muster to give

Some days I hit a hot streak,

Many more, I can’t find my way,

Out of a paper bag

And that rests just fine with me

“Why can’t you say nice things?”,

She wants to know

Well, I’d like to know, too

But that’s all I’ve got

The tank nears empty,

The streets are being washed,

In bile

Can I say something nice?

Sure, when the moment hits me

But that moment is pretty far off,

The sun of that day,

Has gone down

I’m onto sulking, now

I’m out of luck,

Goodwill,

And beer

These days,

These days

This is al I have to give ya

Cynical or not,

It’s the best I got for today

So there you go, love,

A kiss for you

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

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