The Art of an Apathist

I liked to tip toe and tap dance around the things that mattered

it was a round a bout about all of this

and I was a terrible person---

but, oh, it felt so good to not have a conscience

and it was oh so delicious to not have envy

to not have to master the ability to seem effortless

It all comes together for me,

right at the seams;

my trademarks were all over these scenes

I was culpable but incapable---

of recognizing the scope of all of this;

so I took my Mary Janes and I knew they made me prettier---

to you;

and then I did circles around you

and I took a stake and put it right there until we were good and red

and you were good and dead

So I became a bit of a White Russian

skipping from red to black to red to black to red again

oh, how I loved to twirl;

twirling would never let them past the periphery

I liked to be the Medusa of this menagerie---

that way, no one could get to me,

but I could make them stop and stare

and I wouldn't even have to feel sorry for them feeling all the things I never have to feel

I would never look back,

just like I never looked twice at you---

because I didn't know how

because I didn't need to