Indifference By Lee Cassanell

I don't really have an opinion Your troubles are not my concern, I can't give a toss if your football team lost Or get off on the money you earn I don't really have an opinion Your hair is all right I suppose, And those shades are okay but they make you look gay Still they match all the rest of your clothes I don't really have an opinion Your diet is yours to control, So the burger and chips may have gone to your hips And your tits have gone south to the pole I don't really have an opinion Your worries no worry of mine, I could not care less for your credit card debts Or the mire of your state of mind I don't really have an opinion Your views are like stones in my ears, There is no debate I just cannot relate To the blackmail of crocodile tears I don't really have an opinion Your faith's between you and your god, I know your beliefs but I won't part my teeth To say what you believe in is wrong I don't really have an opinion Your opinion of me is misplaced, But if you dare to judge then I won't bear a grudge Just prefer it if you shut your face

Copyright ©2004  Lee Cassanell

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