Forget about it

Just forget about it

I don't care if
Augie and Annie
get sex change
operations and
hate each other
on Covert Affairs.
Forget about it.

I don't care if
Mr. White kills Jesse
or vice versa, or if
Hank is elected
President of the
good ole US of A.
Forget about it.

I don't care if
Michael Weston
kills Fiona in a
tragic accident
and his friend, Sam,
kills him in revenge.
Forget about it.

I don't care if
zombies eat Rick
and the governor
kills Michone in some
hideous, monstrous way
that would otherwise make me cry.
Forget about it.

I don't care if
my car drives off
a cliff in Missouri
or California or anywhere else
as long as I die quickly
without a lot of pain.
Forget about it.

I don't care about
a single f*****g thing
because depression
has become all I am
all that I'll ever be
all I've ever been.
Forget about me.