“Who Gives a Flying F---?” ...Us. Obviously...
Survival's impulsive; we bear it out fine;
An instinct we share with the plants and the swine.
It's nothing unique; the force making us tick...
Where humans excel is in making it sick.
In puzzling out a good reason to die,
We punch and we laugh and we munch and we cry
(At the bliss of existing without all this muck)
'Til we fall hard for living; start giving a fuck.