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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