I tried a cynic’s coat and hat
To see if they would suit
But loathed what I was looking at
So gave them both the boot.
My nature’s not to snarl and sneer;
For that, I love too well.
Yet, once or twice in every year,
I’ll spend the night in hell.
Between the torment and the pain
Which has no start or end,
I’ll flush all goodness down the drain
And double-cross each friend.
It’s only in the morning light
I see my fault and put it right.
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