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