I DON’T

I DON’T

I don’t give a flying fuck

But I‘ll give a flying fuck to you

Usually don’t but I will

And I’ll give a shit to you

Because I care I do

But prefer the flying fuck who

Wants a shit to give?

It doesn’t suck

This flying fuck

I give it cause I care

I could also give a fuck

A fuck that doesn’t fly

Or a flying shit now that’s

A thing to give I don’t know why

A thing that flies, like shit

We should not give perhaps

The problem is receiving it

A question here arises

Am I who give these things

A bird? A bird is flipped—

A sort of flying fuck

But birds themselves don’t

Fuck in air, the sky above

Is not for love but is a splendid

Place for shit to fly

I won’t lie the shit I give

The fuck I fly

These are the measure

Of my love and so I sigh

I give a fuck, I give a shit

I give a flying fuck for you