I Really Don't Care Poem by Sophie Allyah

You can yell to the mountains atop
tell the world of your blood
be a Panglossian to lead the libertines
and to sneer or dis the Galahads

You can speak of ill to nations
by wearing the title "destruction"
bushed yourself in crimsoned face
together with Shiva for a better place

I don't care what you're hooting about
go down to the lowest of the south
but blame me when the castle crumbles
for not being there to your bobble or stumble

because I really just don't care