As Politely As I Can Muster, Buster

I've arrived at the age of

sixty - I DON'T GIVE A FUCK

it's not really a number

and it doesn't take luck

just a fist with a finger

and the courage to show it

I've become a dead ringer

for one who won't give a shit

now, there once was a time

not too long ago

when I was stuck on the line

I never knew how to say no

but one day it hit me

right out of the blue

the I DON'T GIVE A FUCK bug bit me

and it felt a lot like the flu

I was groggy and grouchy

sweating profusely too

I was painfully ouchy

a bitty sarcastic boo

I'd ask you how you were doing

knowing I really didn't care

gum open mouth chewing

then stuck there in your hair

cuz when you open your mouth

to express what disturbs you

my interest goes south

you think that you'd get a clue

blah, blah, blah, blah, blah you keep talking

until I've finally had enough

I pull out the language that always

delivers the stuff

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK, I say

my face now as red as my ass

listening to you dump

is simply too much to ask

so take that soapbox your toting

and shove it where the sun hides

in that dark and annoying

hole in your behind

I should probably feel bad

for pushing politeness aside

but you are on my last gland

and my pinal won't be denied

so take your hurt feelings

and shut your Karen piehole

I've said my three things

you don't want me getting to four