Who Cares?

 For a man who cares so much, I care so little

I could flee the earth today, and be just tickled

Cause I know the world's affairs

Would play out right on cue

Every evil and good man would claim their due

And it's not that I don't love or I am harsh

But I am weighed down by the days

Like I am stranded in a marsh

Up to my naked neck in mud, in need of wash

Every crocodile and swan is stuck here, too

For a man who loves the young, I hate the old

For the latter are so fickle, often cold

And my tolerance for chaos

In the face of God's good Grace

Makes me tire of the demons and the saints

As a Child who loves the old, I hate the Young

Brazen and self-righteous, full of Cum

Unaware of unawareness

They make rash decisions, careless

And yet are ready for another shot of Rum 

'Case you thought that I was off the hook

Like some dumpy guy in the back, here, reading a book

You may be surprised to see, that the worst critique's on me

Cause I'm really just the worst of the whole bunch

and Many in the town say I'm out to lunch