90% of the tine
the correct answer is
“Who gives a flying fuck?”
but protocol often prohibits
these ever natural responses
that’s why we adjust
and we write poetry instead
we pretty it up with glossy words
flex our intellectual muscles
winking coyly at those few—
those relative few—who know
Bardic impulse soothes a savage beast
and the pretense runs rampant
we eventually lose sight of the prize
as the tongue rambles on
until we come full circle
right back to the original reaction
I mean really,
“Who gives a flying fuck?”