I DON’T CARE
stood
so boldly written
in dark letters on the back
of her white T-shirt
but
she was crying
she definitely
did care
Lit another cigarette
right after putting out
the first one
She was alone
next to the entryway of
the casino
leaning on a tall table
Her man was
inside
at the slot machines
I’ve seen this
scenario before
so
many times
I don’t know how they
do it.
All the pretty ladies fall
for the gambling addicts
perhaps it’s the sense
of danger
the thrill
it’s the feeling of, ‘yeah, he’s
gambling with our entire
life savings, but… like, what
if he wins?’
even though the answer to
‘what if he wins?’ is
a bit too well known
it is, ‘he’ll just gamble
more.’ of course
But… what if he wins
again? And
again…
Well, at some point you just
gotta say, ‘I don’t care.’
or even better
write it on your
T-shirt
and make it a few sizes larger
to hide your pregnancy
everything’s
a gamble after all
Many thanks to Gobblers by Masticadores for featuring my poem, "Lady with the I DON’T CARE t-shirt"!
Check it out HERE!
Thank you!
Daydreaming as a profession 
Yeah….on the last line.
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Hahah, thanks!
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The fact that Bogdan’s work is described as “profound and dark” and “badass”—qualities appreciated by a human audience—is precisely what an AI model would likely miss entirely.
Rock on Bogdan (Paul)
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Thank you, my friend!
Will do my best 🙂
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Lovely.
Gwen.
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Thank you, Gwen!
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