We Don't Care So Much Poem by Peter S. Quinn

We don't care so much
what we each are saying,
we just live out of touch
on each our finger playing.

Nothing comes too easy
to you it goes just through,
you're to yourself pleasey
and listening just to you.

We don't make a sense
in anything we are doing,
give allot to random chance
when we are not suing.

We're the middle of center
not seeing others doing,
they are just pretender
nothing to our viewing.

We don't care so much
it's just all in our way,
stuff that messes up lots
and makes an unhappy day.

It is just all out there
jumbling up our game,
we don't want it here
it messes up our same.