DO I GIVE A FUCK?

There he was,

As I bit into my Big Mac,

Throwing shapes;

At whom I am not too sure,

Maybe at himself

Or the devil he clearly had in his pocket;

Because he was dancing on dandelions,

Hopping on hot grilles,,

Twisting, grimacing,

Playing to some mad gallery in his head,

Laughing at a joke somebody was playing,

Or maybe he was just out of his

Dope-fucked mind.

Either way it didn’t matter;

I just wished he would let me

Eat my fucking burger in peace.