I don't give a ****

The **** doesn't give a smell
The smell doesn't give a cloud
The cloud doesn't give a raindrop
The raindrop doesn't give a splash
The splash doesn't give a ripple
The ripple doesn't give a shiver
The shiver doesn't give a cold
The cold doesn't give a sneeze
The sneeze doesn't give a snot
The snot doesn't give a ******
The ****** doesn't give a dirt
The dirt doesn't give a bacteria
The bacteria doesn't give a rod
The rod doesn't give a fish
The fish doesn't give a fin
The fin doesn't give an end
The end doesn't give a death
The death doesn't give a grave
The grave doesn't give a flower
The flower doesn't give a root
The root doesn't give a plant
The plant doesn't give a strawberry
The strawberry doesn't give a seed
The seed doesn't give a sprout
The sprout doesn't give a leaf
The leaf doesn't give a stem
The stem doesn't give a bud
The bud doesn't give a flower
The flower doesn't give a petal
The petal doesn't give a pollen
The pollen doesn't give a nectar
The nectar doesn't give a honey
The honey doesn't give a sugar
The sugar doesn't give a grain
The grain doesn't give a flour
The flour doesn't a bread
The bread doesn't give a toast
The vein doesn't give a blood
The blood doesn't give a heart
The heart doesn't give me up

And I already told you,
I still don't give a **** about it!

We are weird creatures,
Made to stumble in our own feet.
Struggling to stay in our own path,
We float on dreams that will never be realised…

We **** each other and love each other.
We hope to feel something real,
And yet we hide our true feelings
Like the weird creatures we are.

Neither here nor there,
Neither silent nor loud,
Neither full nor bare,
Neither humble nor proud,

Neither game nor serious,
Neither love nor indifference,
Neither realistic nor delirious,
Neither the house nor the fence,

yet still two, pacing together,
and either for worse or for better,

stuck in dying fire.

see the doors they are mouths stretched to feed
the food is an offering for someone missing their plate
it appears fake in this lighting but they promise it is nutritional
our bellies are elephants stomping to shatter fragile and reflective
here of our secretive beasts which wear slobber as bibs
fork we carve our fellow eaters proud of once stalking the other
to feast is to dine violently, lips are teeth, don't let them sink
the chew a rock of nibble stab the grainy flesh
that will be a coffin in the teeth, I am not proud
ventriloquist the disjointed mumble
ahh! slip the chin, obnoxious jaw