I Don't Care - Bob Batch

    Under the marquee sign
    On Seventh Avenue
    With the concrete underneath his head
    A drunken bum lay down to rest
    Sleeping off a belly full of booze
    People just pass by
    Nobody seems to care
    What could anyone do
    That's what the words come to
    And that's why.

    I don't care if I'm lucky
    I don't care if you're a yuppy
    I don't care if I don't have good sex like Dr. Ruth
    I don't care about Nicaragua
    Or if they start a war there
    I won't have to go, I'm already thirty-two.
    I don't care about abortion
    Or media distortion
    And most of all I don't care about you.

    I've felt the winds of change
    I've seen the hard rains fall
    They'll tell you these are good times at last
    They'll give you a song and a dance
    'Cause news is entertainment on TV
    While they're playing with our lives
    We'll be home watching Dynasty
    But don't be too concerned
    You can't take these things too seriously
    And that's why.

    I don't care about Reagan
    And all the bombs that he's makin'
    God knows the defense plants
    Put people to work
    And I don't care about the tax
    Or which plan gets the ax
    'Cause I'll never tell the government how much I am worth
    And I don't care about the poor
    Or how they make do
    And most of all I don't care about you

    Who can you call a friend
    They're hard to find these days
    Never trust a stranger
    Don't show your love 'cause there's a danger
    In even letting anyone know you care
    Contemporary urban life
    The great American Dream
    It's help yourself and screw your neighbor
    Only do a favor for a favor
    And that's why.

    I don't care about lovers
    And I hog all the covers
    And I don't respect women that don't respect me
    I don't care about health spas
    And diets and fast cars
    And I don't give a damn who catches AIDS or VD
    I don't care if I'm vulgar
    Or what I'm not supposed to do
    And most of all I don't care about you.

    © 1985 by Bob Batch

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