You Don't Care A Bit.

The television was on low and the family was huddle next to one another. The image on the t.v. was a nightmare. People dying, killing one another for what? Oil? Money? So many things that the family doesn't know, some many thing they wish to know. How can one person change everything in eight years? How can people be so selfish? Only thinking of themselves and not the nation.

As the image of wars started to fade the man who started it all appeared upon the t.v. His gray hair comb to one side and his perfectly ironed suit. The father felt hatred towards the man who sat behind the desk that so many great presidents have. Did he even deserve that sit? No, he did not. The man behind the desk mouth started to open, but closed.

"This will be past on to the next president. It wasn't my fault and I did not start this war. I just wanted money and to kill all and disrupt their families for permitly. I have no soul or heart for others than myself. I let other tell me how to run this government. I guess, we both didn't know what the hell was going? As I leave this sit and let this government fall to the next, I'll still be as rich as you son of bitches." The gray hair man stood up and left, pleased with himself.

Maybe he didn't see that, but under all those bullshit words that is what he meant, the father thought. The father looked around and saw his oldest daughter sit there with a hatred stare at the t.v. His son confused and bewildered, hugging his legs wondering what will happen to him in the future. Then, his youngest daughter just at the age of five, smiling and playing with her toes, humming the winnie the pooh theme song. The father felt like his little girl, so clueless, but without the peaceful part. What the hell happen?

As he looked again at his kids, they reminded him so much of her. Their mother, his soulmate. He was the male widow of the war. She was so brave and so helpful. At the beginning we felt like it was going to help the future and that they had a propuse of going there. Now, the truth is uncovered no longer under the carpet. How she felt so betray, how they felt so betrayed. She was shot and bleed to death. No one deserves that death, not even the man who started the war.

The father took his kids to the park. Remebering the time when his parents did the same for his siblings and him. As he looked over his kids playing and talking with his friends, a feeling over swept him. Every will be alright. It might not seem it at the moment because where you found evil, you can always find good.


Mmmm whacha say,
Mmmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm whacha say,
Mmmm that its all for the best?
of course it is
Mmmm whacha say?
Mmmm that it's just what we need
you decided this
Mmmm whacha say?
Mmmm what did she say

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A young woman walked down the busy street of the city, breathing in what she could. This was her dreamed to be here, where everything takes place. The city was just liked she pictured it. The big televisions showing famous people, the busy street with so many new friends, and the huge buildings that looked like they shook hands with all the heavens. It was perfect. The look of dazed took her face, making her unaware of where she was going as she bumped into a man.

"WATCH IT!" the man yelled, not evening taking a glance at who she was.

"Oh, I'm sorry. " The young lady look down at her feet with the unexpected rudeness from the man.

It's not like this. Not everyone here is rude, the woman thought. Looking down at her watch, releazing she'll be late to work if she doesn't hurry. She walked faster, swirming around people like a ghost. She made it just in time for work, saying hello to her co-workers.

"A minute to late, dearie." Her boss swung the door open, "I can't have being my workers late. Now, I can?"

Yet again, the look of confused ran through the girl's face because she wasn't late. She stood upstraight and said, "Sir, I wasn't late. My shift starts at five and it's five."

"Well, I'm on my time schedule and your late." the boss left the room smirking.

"SIR! That is completly ridicilious!!" The woman ran after the man. She needed this job to pay for school. As she caught up to the boss, she spoke softly, "You don't care abit." Shaking her head and walking out the door.


"HEATHER! Wait! Wait." A co-woker came running up to her. "You can't take that."

"And I'm not going to take that."She turned around, "How many times have you almost gotten fire or yelled at from something you didn't do?"

"Come on. It's th city for you. It always happen."

"You take all the time. I don't. Whatever happen to caring?" Heather looked deep into his eyes.

"Bitchy took over." He said half-heartly, "For real...I don't know."


Heather smiled. He was the answers to her feelings. The city wasn't all bad, but a good precentage was. He managed to make her release that you need to stop every once in a while and laugh, question yourself, and laugh some more. He was care-free to a point. She was open-minded and tightful to a point. It was a match made in heaven because something good happen out of a bad thing.



ransom notes keep falling out
your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word
cut outs
speak no feeling no i don't
believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a bit


Hold my hand, your enemies hand, and your lover's hand. Hold on.


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