How's that for priorities?

Don’t know if I really care. About anything. A pollster called. The other day. Quizzed me. On political issues. I was required. To choose from multiple choice answers. That were supposed to determine my degree of caring. On all sorts of matters. From global warming. To whether farmers had adequate resources and government support. I quickly determined. That the answers I had to choose from. Were inadequate. Sure, I care about global warming. But do I really? Because I sit back in my easy chair. And do nothing concrete and definitive about it. Most everybody claims to care about all sorts of stuff. But it’s bogus. They merely twiddle their thumbs. While proclaiming a caring attitude. I know many care-givers. Who go through the motions.  It’s fake. That ain’t true caring. That’s why politicians get away with stuff. Their constituents are zombies. They let politicians and people in power get away with murder. I’m as guilty as anyone. I sit here. Writing stuff like this. Idling away my time. Living my life. With Cristina. Focused on love.  While ignoring just about everything else. Because it’s out of my hands. Out of my control. I’d rather be a lover.  Than an active participant in an unappreciative or essentially uncaring society. How’s that for priorities?  --Jim Broede