Here's a bit of recycled cynicism -- unfortunately not nearly as good as John's which had me LOL by the end.
Restrain the first impulse to speak.
This grows more easy in a week
or two. Most verbiage is waste,
ill-timed, inept, and in poor taste.
Restrict your sight. The ugliness
of modern life induces stress.
Control the wanton urge to hear
each sound that batters at the ear.
Fresh news is quickly mummified,
and music's noise since Handel died.
Thus reining every wayward sense,
embrace the dark with confidence.
Withdrawn from earthy taste and touch,
God blesses you. But not with much.
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