* really don't cares *
The what's and where's
The really don't cares
The incessant babble
From the elected rabble
We just want our cake
Our power and water
We just need the thoughts
That we live free
We don't want high taxes
Or obvious injustices
The rich should pay something
Poor given a hand
We should have time
For holidays and fairs
Summers should be warm
And Winter's chill
Spring should be green
And Autumn be rich
With decomposing mat of fallen leaves
All time is the same time
All urgency doomed
Leave us alone
Sterile in thought
Snug in our homes
We have no consideration
Of your what's and your where's
We are the who really don't care.
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