Who Cares? Poem by Clyde King

I'm sitting here
In my drawers
Drinking a beer.
Who Cares?

Now that you're here
Let's talk about life.
And what the hell
Is causing this strife.

Do you really care?
Or are you bothered by your hair?
What's the matter with you?

Can't you see
What this world is coming to?
You got another think coming!
I hope you see it through.

‘Cause we're going down!
This place is being ruled
By a bunch of clowns!
So, bend over, do try

And kiss your ass goodbye!