It Just Doesn't Matter (A poem about fives and ones)

[Lighten_Up_People]

I've flown a plane
I've dug a ditch
Made love in the rain
Called son of a bitch

I've been seduced
I've been royally dumped
Made hard cider from juice
Shot a double pumped

I've been a gambler
I've been a nerd
Made out in a Rambler
Got stopped at third

I've crawled in the mud
I've shot to kill
Been covered in blood
On some jungle hill

Now I read and I write
Something other than wars
There's more to life
Than anonymous scores

But I see people yell
Bout a one or a five
Like it's heaven or hell
Like they're dead or alive

There will always be some
Who tear down what you've made
Causing raindrops to fall
On your Lit parade

Should anonymous asses
Leave your ego in tatters?
Cause this too all passes
And it isn't what matters

Yes this too all passes
And it just doesn't matter

 

[Guest]

 

[cloudy]

my hero