The Soppy Cynic

This was another poem I wrote for my Performance poetry class, it is meant to be read aloud and it is based on how soppy people become in relationships!

The Soppy Cynic

I was proud to be a cynic,
with that negative kind of logic,
the pinnacle of which,
was the selfish, indulgent buzz I'd get,
when I'd sneer and snide,
at all the ways,
with their public displays,
that the soppy handholders
and adolescent facerapers
would come to a messy end.

I would relish in a couple's blatent flaws,
how that 15 year old,
with her fake gold hoops and body of velour,
is so bloody premature,
and seems so sure of her and 'STEEVE'.
Who for the record,
I'm sure this week has already gone out with
Rochelle,
Michelle,
Chantelle,
Shaniqua,
Laquisha
and Teniqua.

It hardly restores the little faith a cynic has left.
But then again I'd never have thought a year ago,
that I would be one of those,
that whispered to my boyfriend down the phone.
Its safe to say my sanity began to be sorely missed,
when we would kiss down the reciever. (look sheepish)

I wonder how it its that way back then,
my mind could find so many faults and make so many quips,
at the grappling couples expense.
But that in time, these faults, these crimes,
have now become mine!

And so today I am still that cynic,
who is somewhat a hypocrite.
As I sit in a pub in a close knit crowd,
and loudly mouth,
to the person next to me.
'I LOVE YOU'
for all to see.

I may have become repulsively compulsive,
but I have started to embrace it.
After all no one wants to be the lonely moaner,
and so after I've weighed it all up,
I can proudly hold that phone and say,
'You hang up....No, you hang up'