I Dont Give a Sh*t
You are kings and queens and i'm a servant
I don't give a sh*t...we're all gonna die anyway
The same...Rotten and degrading to crumbs
Eaten by the earth that made us ourselves
We are part of the recycling process
Someday we are going to be sh*t.
But again I still don't give a sh*t about that
Have fun as nobles. I'll have fun as a farmer
Have fun as a tycoon. I'll have fun as a seafarer
Have fun as a someone. I'll have fun as a no one.
Ill put some music on. I do not care about what you blurt
'God i'm so hurt! ' But still i don't give sh*t or crap about...
What you do. Beg and whine then! It's your life
So I still don't give a sh*t about you.
You are my son. I still don't give a sh*t.
You are my wife.I still don't give a sh*t.
You are my God. I still don't give a sh*t.
You made me freewill and so freewill makes me.
It directs me.
It gives me direction to never give a sh*t about you.
I do not care because you won't care about me at all.
Would you even stand by me until when I get old and lonely?
The time where I cannot sh*t by myself and you'll do it?
I know you won't give a sh*t about it so
Why bother give a shit about you?
poem by Ben Henry Baang
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