Facebooking

I do not give a damn

about kittehs,

or cute pictures and such. And I do

 

not give a damn

about your views on

political pungency

as much. I do

 

not give a damn

about the amount of keys

in your pockets,

or the jobs you have stolen

like a grave thief that slips

eyes from their sockets. I do

 

not give a damn

about the constant hate

that you spew because you think it's your core. Nor, do I

care for your claimed innocence

when I call you a social w***e. I do

 

not give a damn

about anything you ever write

regarding self-loathing, cutting and Twilight. And, I do

 

not give a damn

about your Farmville standings. I do

not give a damn about where you are, or what you're doing at that particular moment … I mean if you're shopping for tampons I really don't need to KNOW about it, do I? Do I? Do I? I do

 

not give a damn about who you're with or the  special events that you’re constantly inviting me to ... even though you know that I’ll never reply “attending” because I live on the other side of the world or because it’s an “online event” in which case my presence means nothing

at all

to you.

 

... Er, well, thanks for the invite.

 

But, with all due concern, I

could, I

would,

give a damn

about You.

 

Reviews

[Lorna Lee]

WOW... you had me....parts of me wanted to retaliate, parts wanted to agree... but Hell, when I got to the end... I melted.

Enough said... Miss you buddy