You said that killing phrase the other day
"It doesn’t matter"
In a tone so dead I thought
I thought
Well, it doesn’t matter
Matter-of-fact
And why should it?
But even thinking that...
It could have been worse
I could have thought
"I don’t care"
Which is worse than swearing
I swear
So I’ll swear, grin and curse
Obverse to the killing phrases
The little assassins of passion
I’ll breathe life through fire
And we’ll laugh again,
Friends.
It’s better to be frenzied
Than something that doesn’t matter.