I do not care

Иван Земляков
I ate naive
I gorged on love,
I had enough songs about shit
and returning from work

I called and asked, "How are you?"
easy answer
"I do not care"

Radio gushing about the corpse poisons
TV puts me in the shit ears
Internet me keeps saying about the drugs and booze

friends will call and ask "how are you?"
easy answer
"I do not care"

where the explosions where the fires
where the war and where the parades
where the protests, and where it shows

Mom called and asked, "Well, how are you?"
easy answer
"Mom, I do not care"