Mr. Apathy
My neighbor thinks my mom is paranoid
Why? Because she wants to stay informed
To know where she stands and what to expect
Because she�s got a family to protect
Meanwhile he chooses to stay in the dark
His future is a question mark.
And living a life of contradictory because he told me
That anyone who chooses to be knowledgeable is labeled crazy
And how wrong that is and yet there he goes calling my mom names!
But when I bring it up, put him on the spot,
challenge his words he wants it dropped!
What is up with these head games?

He�s always drunk and unaware
Of how it affects others and sees things that aren�t there
Then tried to get us kicked out because he claims
My uncle lit a firecracker in his face
But he was no where near his place.
And he expects my loyalty
but what kind of friend are you suppose to be?

You lie more than I can stand
I get enough of that from the government man!
Seems like the only thing you can talk about all day long
Is when you�re bitching about my mom,
And you expect me to be happy while you�re yelling at me?

I�m sitting here writing this and then it hits me, your mister Apathy!
Mr. Apathy says he cares,
But when his anger flares,
He does the things no one dares.

Spoiled little momma�s boy,
Gets angry when the world doesn�t act like his little toy,
Living only for his joy.

Couldn�t be bothered with people�s sorrow,
Doesn�t want to hear about it
Says he doesn�t know how to fight it
But he�d rather stay in the dark and invite it.
And pretty soon he�ll be thinking about what to beg, steal or borrow,
Just to live for another tomorrow.

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This poem expresses my reactions towards a person who pretended to have some interest in the state of things and engaged in conversations about such, but then turns around and becomes aggressively apathetic and hostile. It's like when certain freedoms are taken away and the people start to complain but they never follow through they just turn a blind eye to it and that allows for more freedoms to be confiscated and when it starts to really effect people it will be too late to do anything about it.
So now your bed is made and you have no other choice but to lie in it.
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