they don't get pissed

never feel missed

don't love or hate

or worry about fate

 

they don't turn on to the smell

of a burning field

they don't know the hell

of a love long concealed

 

they are not sincere

at the passing of the year

they don't shed a tear

at the downing of a deer

they know neither joy nor fear

neither praise nor jeer

 

and none has ever stated

i really mean it

and none has ever related

i feel like shit

 

Alternative variation - additional stanza - whatever

i am bothered more than a bit

when I am told come on and think on it

use your powers of cognition and write it

well now I have thought on it

and all I can say or write is "stick it"