Who Cares
Since when did people not care anymore?
Sure, their were some
Unseen or barely there
But now people all over just don't care
How they dress,
How they talk,
What they do
To themselves or to you
Fashion has become a disaster
Modeled by unqualified idiots
Which I can't understand
Because it's not that hard to master
I walk around this prison playground
And watch all the immature thugs
With their pants hanging down
Showing their dingy boxers
Playing with their tricks
Who's only after a good d**k
That's probably been through so many neighborhood bushes
It's going to take more than douches
To clean the nasty infection
Left from his ********
But these girls these days
Don't know about early detection
There are so many walking diseases
You have the "Pist. .. ", and the "hey ma" diseases
And the well known, "Yo shorty" disease
You have to watch out for
I can't take it anymore
Feel like I need to get out of town
But they're everywhere like the green grass
That grows all around, all around
Of which they smoke
And blow in my face and
All around and around
These inconsiderate fiends
Hang on the corners
And cause scenes
Up to no good
With no hopes of a better way
Because they're quote, “from the hood”
That's the same excuse June Bug used last week
The day before he was shot
But his brother just graduated college
And no one cares how far he's got
Because people are lazy
And are not trying to get up out the hood
Nowadays
Who cares about an education?
But hell
Why should they?
When ignorance is sweeping the nation
I mean, since when did tweeted
Become the past tense of twitter?
I hate to sound bitter
But look
Between that and Facebook
We have new generation geniuses
At least they think they are
Because they keep daily reports/ autobiographies,
(Like who cares),
On these sites
And now they think they can write
I.D.K. what's going on,
Even though some entries make me want to L. O. L
It's no longer funny when kids grow up
Thinking that's really how you spell.
But this is what the world's coming to
No one cares
More and more people crying
Because there's more and more people dying
I'm constantly asking why and
I don't know why
Because no one hears me
So I try and I try
To make sense of it all
But there's no sense
In nonsense
And nothing will change
If all I have is ten cents
Due to the damn recession
But still money talks
And the more you have
The louder your voice is
So can someone please spare some change
To help me deliver this message"!
Copyright © Latosha Mitchell | Year Posted 2014
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