Can't Be Bothered

Queuing up for leaflets 'How to Get Ahead.' Well, one man 
grumbles next to me, "That's the one I never read, but no 
one tells me what I need so it doesn't really bother me." 
Outside someone sweeps the road, I ask, "Is it good pay?" 
"Throw that leaflet in the bin and ask some other day. I do
 my job to make ends meet. Reasons, they don't bother me." 
In the lineup by the sign that says, 'Wait here until it 
comes', everyone is standing in the rain, doing mental 
sums. The fare has just gone up again, so the weather 
doesn't bother them. The bus is late again. The driver 
smiles, he knows that the people who complain at him will 
thank him when they go. "Well I get paid, and they pay me. 
So it doesn't really bother me." A kid walks down the 
pavement kicking stones and cans. His mother slaps him 
harder to make him understand. "You can try and impress 
your friends, but it doesn't really bother them." And his 
friends are laughing loudly, but they're feeling just like 
him. There's always someone bigger who tells you, "You 
can't win." So they hang around in groups of ten, 
pretending nothing bothers them. A man lumped in the corner
 was talking A to Z about where he'd been and what he'd 
done and why all his friend were dead. "I know I drink too 
much," said he, "but now it doesn't bother me." Nothing 
bothered anyone, so I wondered, "Who am I to be the only 
person to ever wonder why?" And someone said I was in the 
way. "Does it bother you?" "No, it's okay."