I'm just--you know--wondering...

If its worth caring about...I guess.

That's the spirit!

I, for one, seriously give a fuck.

Unless it pisses me off. Then I, for one, seriously quit giving a fuck.

Meh...sounds tiring, kinda like it would distract me from doing my usual nothing.

I quit caring along time ago! On the bright side I kept on drinking, so I care about drinking…ahhhhh…crap, I guess I do care about something!

Fuck Yeah!!! Godamn right!!!!


....uh what was the question?

The children care
The children care
They need clean water
And air
Yes, the children care

The chldren, with brown skin and eyes
That gaze with hope into the skies
But all they see are jets
With stars and stripes
That drop the bombs all day and night

A mother hides her little ones
From murderers with bombs and guns
They break down doors and shoot at will
The thugs of bush have come to kill!

We made our stand out in the street
With flowers in our hands and bells on our feet
And signs we held high in the air
With one clear message: "WE ALSO CARE"

But who doesn't care?

george bush doesn't care
about clean water and air
bush ony cares
if you have blue eyes and blond hair

blond hair and blue eyes
and drive a car five times the size
as anyone who cares about the Earth would
bush says you're doing what you should
He thinks it's good!

It makes my blood boil
His war for oil
That they pump out
Of the soil

Because bush is in power
It's the world's darkest hour
The situation grows sour

bush's words are all lies
This the children realise
And tears well up in their eyes

So let's make it our mission
To let them know we care with conviction
That we see through bush's fiction
And reject the tyrant's diction!

...are you asking me for spare change?

Uhhhhhhhhh...

WEG: That is the most ridiculous rhyme and meter scheme I've seen in awhile - right up there with Ozzy rhyming "yeah" with "yeah."

Rhyming every line is overkill.

Well, I thought it was a lovely poem. And told so well... with so much detail. It has everything a hippy/high school girl's poem should have: crying, lies, big brown eyes. Also, the brow beating end rhyme total assault is a nice touch. I give it three & a half stars out of four. I would've liked to see some content about gas prices/Bush as Satan arises/Hillary Clinton's big fat Thighses.