Free And I Don'T Care! Poem by Major Elazia

My fellow men at heart and women of virtue, I hasten to inform you that with a life full of surprises, a trump like me must allow himself plenty of liberty not to care much beyond what is necessary. Caring too much begets tired men and women who have no chance of a rare smile on their faces. We worry about food, diseases, environment, wars, germs and whales, anything our imagination can sweat and spend sleepless nights is a torture to us. I choose to live with the free will of a trump.

And please remember not to correct my manners, I know many complain about my demeanor. Don't gift me the garb called etiquette, of what use is it to me a street urchin, or a backstreet prostitute, or a tout, or just some vile caliber of a human species? I care about using foul language to scare hell out of a shopper when I relieve them a bread to make my day run. Keeping myself alive is what matters, the rest I don't care. Life is good to the street urchin to care much.


Do not bother me about manners, do not lecture me about eating. If you do, I do not care. Look the food I eat is what I need, no amount of telling on my manners will make me leave the jolly of eating boisterously while talking and shouting. Do not reprimand me for yelling with a mouth full of semi chewed food. I tell you I don't care, provided I am full, nothing else matters. It's the free will of a trump.


With generous liberty I choose when I want to take a bath. It doesn't matter I can spray around a pungent irritating odor, if you don't like it stay away from me, and my tattered clothes broadcast my coming from afar, that much I care and no more. You have the bank accounts to buy expensive make-up, mine is the dried sweat layers on my face, mind you I am okay. You can have your expensive cologne and as I pass by you you will have to sneer and twitch your noses to the one that is more domineering in smell. Once again the free will of the trump dominates the tremendously.


So let my free will be like that. Why do you drown in shame when I exchange a few explicit pleasantries with my fellows in the hood? For us it is a sweet competition calling each other the dirtiest words a person can conjure. You see if I don't mind the language and I am part of the talk, why should you mind? In the first place who invited you to listen? Please assign yourself the duty of not minding my language, if you don't, you will have to grow ear buds in your ears. I really don't mind my language.


You can walk around in your expensive suits, or designer dresses, or custom made shirts and blouses, but I am comfortable with this pieces of rainbow colored fabrics sewn together to form something akin to clothes. If I ask you, have they not covered those regions that humans and animals don't? I am okay, I run my life just with a heavy touch of the free will of a trump. If you are offended by this submission then you can as well go to hell.