This is just another poem about me,
Another poem about you,
Another poem we're
Sick of, another
One about how
I don't
Care.

I wish I was dead I want to write,
But it just doesn't come out,
It just doesn't. Why, maybe
Because - nobody cares
I want to write - Because
It's why I don't
Care.

This is just another statistic, and
That adds further to this,
My uncooked hatred.
Eating it I'm like to
Get food poisoning,
But I don't
Care.

I just want to be loved, understood
But everybody's sick of that.
I am understood. We get it.
Can you write about
Something else,
Please? I don't
Care.

But
There's a storm on Jupiter.