The joys of Facebook - on a bad day. |
| I do not care. I do not care about Your excessive baking, Your endless waiting. The trees that grow hapless In your garden, I am too jaded, Please accept this pardon. I do not care That I never sent a card. I am whitewashed stone, I am paper, I am lard. Not bothered that I never Turned up. Your tribulations, I don’t give a fuck. Tell another person How your baby grows; I just want to leave this world, Alone. I do not care About your clothes, The way you do your hair, The judicial way in which you stare- The portrait that You thought was cute; Remember her face In your morning suit. |