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