#Poetry:”Who cares?”

Click here for italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/06/04/poesiachissenefrega/


In the end I don’t care,

I don’t give a shit,

of what they think!

I don’t care if I look like a fool,

a crazy man, a mad man,

Like I don’t even know where are my hands.

I don’t even want to have a plan,

I’m just a chaos fan,

getting lost into some van.

I can’t get anymore,

of the shit into your brains,

you can’t get my pains,

as they run trought my veins,
I want to geta way into trains.

They always change the truth,

at their own advantage,

so I’m supposed to be savage!

My time will come,

and i twill it, like a storm,

it seems I don’t even know where I come from,

I will go into  a new form.

I don’t care about damn opinions,

of bullishit’ minions.

If I can’t give a hug,

I will keep my distance,

like I’m some scared bug.

So fuck y’all

And the shit you think.



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