If It's Nothing To You (Then It's Nothing To Me) Poem by Biff McGuire

When all of my troubles are getting to me,
and your sarcastic ways make you blind (or not see)
I can use your support, never -mind let it be.

If it's nothing to you, then it's nothing to me

We have a house, we have a yard
the bills for these are all your card
you are from Venus and I, from Mars.

Is it nothing to you? I sure thought it should be

All the things that' we should have'
are haunting still, not good - not bad
the time they steal is oh-so-sad

If you don't care, should I be mad?

A relationship that's in a bog,
my truck is kind, and so is my dog
a speck of dust, a bump on a log

Am I nothing to you? A provider? let's see.

Those close to you need help, OK
I might need some help too, someday,
Is it ever here? no, not today.

Should I care? it goes on forever.

Pack a bag, stick out my thumb.
The liquor store, a fifth of rum?
A hobo camp? the jury's hung.

I wish it meant something to you,
time shows it does not; it's untrue.
But I guess if it's nothing to you.

It's nothing....