I Don'T Know Poem by Midnight Clarity

I don't know the way
to san jose, the price of tea
in china, I never met
a hill of beans
or tried to heal a shiner,
I can only count to ten
unless I take my shoes off,
I can count to twenty then
which is usually enough;
I don't know who's going to win
elections in November,
I see who wins the sexy things
but then I don't remember.
On the whole I do not care
if I know, or if you know,
I think it's more fun finding out
all the things I don't know.