Sarcasm is my home. It’s where I hang my hat. My comfortable surroundings, a prosperous habitat.
Cynicism are my shoes. I tie the laces tight. A thousand miles I will walk with a jaded appetite.
Enthusiasm is my glass. It is always half full. Because life is so exciting and unpredictable.
Nihilism is my coat, I wear when it is cold. It shields me from conforming winds from a world that has been sold.
Skepticism is my hat. I question everyone. The brim holds a query for civilized discussion.
Criticism is my mirror, it’s the reflection that I see. I judge it when I stand before my harsh realities.