Why I Do Not Care About Copyright

I don`t care at all what you do with my poems.... you can steal them,laugh at them or cut them up to make blackmail letters for your boss,you can eat them or smoke them ( as long as you bake them for two hours in an oven),you can sing them in the toilet,kiss them, spray them on a wall in the underground in Berlin,burn them,cover them with paint, leave them at midnight in front of a poem orphanage,or make love to them on the backseat of an old Ford. you can even ( if you have nothing better to do) read them.. and I hope one day my poems will grow up and run about the park on a Summer evening.