DO I GIVE A FUCK?
There he was,
As I bit into my Big Mac,
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,,
Playing to some mad gallery in his head,
Laughing at a joke somebody was playing,
Or maybe he was just out of his
Either way it didn’t matter;
I just wished he would let me
Eat my fucking burger in peace.