Cynic's Dictionary (Part 2)

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Oh, the world’s a stage of grand deceit, 

Where wisdom’s lost and fools compete. 

Laugh along or shake your head, 

The truth is twisted, warped, and spread.
 

The jerk’s a mirror, plain to see, 

Reflecting all you fail to be. 

And marriage? Ah, a binding vow, 

That few would sign if known till now.

 

Maybe’s hope, a flimsy screen, 

For dodging acts and staying keen. 

“I’ll start tomorrow!”—Oh, what grace! 

To keep postponing fate’s embrace.

 

Safety’s sought, yet risk we chase, 

A paradox we can’t erase. 

Selfish deeds? We all partake, 

Yet curse the ones who dare to take.

 

Virtue shines in public’s view, 

A mask for pride in noble hue. 

And why? The question sly and keen, 

Unmasks our motives unforeseen.
 

Men and women, foes yet paired, 

Each to other’s depths ensnared. 

A simple man, a complex dame, 

Forever locked in passion’s game.

 

Oh, the world’s a stage of grand deceit, 

Where wisdom’s lost and fools compete. 

Laugh along or shake your head, 

The truth is twisted, warped, and spread.

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See Cynic's Dictionary (Part 1)