Monologue

Who gives a shit

About you

When you’re in the ditch

With a dead whore

Who gives a crap

When you sit at your death

Wondering if beer’s on tap

At the bar up there in hell

Who gives a rat’s ass

You spend time with the monarch of sass

No one does, no one cares

Wipe, out of your face, these idiotic stares

Carry your sword and gently, let it fall

You see, this is the beauty of it all

You die, someone rises

Life’s naked disguises.

Who gives a shit about you

Not me, not deities down below

And I suppose not you.

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