apathy, or something

Everyone's suffering from selective sight, it seems.

The carpet's bulging

from all that dirt swept under

but no one notices

so that makes it okay.

It's fashionable, didn't you hear?

to have your third eye open

and both eyes shut;

to laugh at misfortune

except if it's your own.

Love's not blind - it's been blinded.

I'd cry for this world, if I could be bothered

to grope around for my eyes.

I think I left them on my dressing table,

or somewhere.

No one cares about caring anymore nowadays

...but who cares?