Care

Switchback, hatchback, rip back the ties that bind,

hold onto your multi-colored ethnocentric ego-bearing grind,

you are yourself, as I am mind,

we are, you are, he are, she are, see our tries to change

and grow and be and see and me walking to the store.

I will buy some eggs and milk, some chocolate chips and flour

to back a cake for my oath swearing, radio blaring, bitch of a sister

who cares nothing for you, me, we, see how I cry

as I mix and muster up the courage to be something and try.

There is nothing left inside this hollow shell

I have faded away until all my dreams have died

and there is no one and nothing, me, see, she, we,

to care one way or another who is to live by and by.

Hold your breath, you don't care, we don't care,

see, we, he, she, me don't care about you, who, him,

why, you ask, as you mix and match the clothes you wear,

why does no one care for me, he, she, we?

Because we have given up the options to care,

to love, hope, hold, and dream,

we have given up our everything, for the simple, pimple popping reason

that we are the machine, computer, roter rooter age.

We swallowed up the lies the world has told

and regurgitated up the lies again, anon,

L. Ron Hubbard and the scientologists may have it right, or wrong,

or who cares, we don't care, she, he, me, see me not care.

As the ages pass, by and by, we give up the urge to dream,

the hopes, mopes, dopes, ropes that tie us to the land,

we seem to fade away a little more with each passing day

as the sun rises and sets on the hopes of our humanity.