Confessions
of a Pathetic Apathetic 

While the world is in a frantic
State, confusion everywhere
And we can not believe the antics
In the papers - I don't care.

So my car is in the shop
Again. There's no clean underwear
And my credit rating's dropped
Down to the bottom - I don't care.

You can like me some or hate me;
You can smile at me or glare,
Sing my praises or berate me
If you want to - I don't care.

While everyone is married 
And mine ended in divorce
And friends tell me the varied 
life is much the better course,

And the women who appraise me 
Taunt me with their derrierres
In the hopes that they can raise me
Into action - I don't care.

You think that I'm some kind of puppet?
Some stuffed animal, like a bear?
Then go ahead and kiss a muppet
In my honor - I don't care.

For there is no greater weapon
In existence anywhere
Than to have folks see you steppin'
Out because you just don't care.

Men admire-women want me
For my unpretentious air
Which, of course, flows out quite naturally
From those who just don't care.

Now my life is rather easy
Though my headache's always there
And my stomach's kind of queasy
From the ulcer that I bear.

Yes, I smoke three packs of cigarettes;
I don't eat solid foods
And my mind can go DAYS in between
Suicidal moods.

But you will never find me grievin'
Over some sad love affair. 
Just pack my bag and watch me leavin'
Town. It's easy. I don't care.