Frankly, My Dear

My most memorable break up of all time ended very hilariously if I am honest. It was a relationship doomed from the start, and the following poem exemplified that.

you think you’re cool with your Hollister jeans
your white shoes and your crooked white hat
you think your fly with your matching shirts
your spiked up hair and your half smile
is that what you call style?

you think you’re cool because you get all the girls
and when your relationships fail, your heads in a whirl
you think you’re awesome because you’re a professional liar
but whats going to happen when everyone gets tried
is that what you call being a man?

you think you’re cool because you get away with cheating,
and when you do finally get caught you tend to freeze
you think you’re smart because they keep running back to you
but what are you going to do when they find out who you really are
are you still going to think you’re cool?

I wish I could hate you
but what would mean I care
I wish I could love you
but that would make me an idiot
I wish I could like you
but that’s too much work

I wish I could care
but I really don’t
because frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn

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