Call me cynical

if you must,

but I believe it is harder to hand out hope

and be sincere with your praise

than to be callous, revelling in the quick-

soundbite of sarcasm as you search

for the cheap laugh, the moment

in the sun, the joker who drives the fans wild,

until it gets out of hand and the wit

turns ugly, because after all,

it had nowhere else to go.

Being kind is filled with pain, holding

out a hand that gets rejected