Song: It Really Doesn't Matter Poem by Dave SmithWhite

Song: It Really Doesn't Matter

Rating: 5.0


It really doesn't matter much to me.
My mind is far too battered,
My attention loose and scattered;
You know that I am shattered by degrees.
So it really doesn't matter much to me!

It really doesn't matter much to me.
I'm past the age of caring,
I've lost my rage and daring.
It's all become too wearing to agree.
So it really doesn't matter much to me!

It really doesn't matter - what a wheeze!
All that clatter of dark physics;
Speculation without limits,
That turns on dimes and pivots in the breeze.
But it really doesn't matter much to me!

It really doesn't matter - it's just a tease.
An intellectual puzzle,
Or more kool-aid free to guzzle:
A soporific gruel that gives us so much ease.
But it really doesn't matter much to me!

It really doesn't matter - chalk and cheese.
To what purpose should we flatter,
But to feast upon the platter,
Of empty talk and chatter in reprise.
It really doesn't matter much to me!

It really doesn't matter if we're besieged.
That Donald is a satyr,
Whose trash mouth talk bespatters,
His world of Maga hatters run by thieves.
For there is no venal hand he would not grease.
He's a con man for the ages,
Unrivalled in history's pages,
Who trumps all wiser sages with his disease.
But it really doesn't matter much to me!

It really doesn't matter in times like these.
When all the selfish prats do as they please.
The rowdy boys in stylish tat,
Who throw their girls down on the mat,
And brag the entitled rights of brats,
Like natural born aristocrats.

It doesn't really matter what one sees.
When disengaged by just a smatter,
Of myopic tropes and patter.
How can we not be brought down to our knees?
Backed up by iffy facts and stats,
That purport to tell us where we're at.
As white noise drowns out all the scat,
Of lethal neighbors with baseball bats.
We cannot know the forest for the trees.
So it really, doesn't matter,
It's just fat cats getting fatter.
A new low for the status quo,
And the self-confessed great godfather of sleaze.
But it really doesn't matter much to me!

Tuesday, January 7, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: alienation
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kesav Easwaran 08 January 2020

Great piece. Much eloquence. Powerful penning. Sweet rhyming pattern and a sensible use of refrain. Liked 10/10

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