Care not I

Why do I care
Why do I bother
Its such a waste of time

I pull out my hair
Don’t talk to my mother
Glorious social net crime

I just couldnt care
If all of them died
If they fell to the ground in a heap

But I proffer my ware
My laughs though I cried
And at night ‘pon their visage I creep

And they cling to my word
Like an oracle I
Though the knowlege I spake is mere grot

And they act like a herd
A chip wagon chef I
And the pestilence verbage I’ve wrought

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