Cynical Sauce

 

The point...

Why does there have to be one?

Or a moral to the story?

Shit happens for the sake
of happening

Random circumstance
should be celebrated
instead of being denigrated
by losers whining about fate

Bastards begat by bastard dicks

who were too selfish 
to wear a fuckin condom

I hate these pricks
almost as much
as I loathe myself
and my pointless 
self pity poetry

that is neither therapy

nor interesting

Clumps of matter

killing time

while taking up space

Just like us

Maybe that's the point