I Don’t Give a Fuck Bo Burnham

I. Don’t. Give. A. FUCK.
Never have, brah. Never will, dude.
You upset? Good! ’Cause I don’t give a fuck!
I dress like I don’t give a fuck.

I read in a magazine that women find that attractive.
It’s probably true, but I don’t give a fuck.

People ask me,
“Whoa man, cool outfit, is it hard not giving a fuck?”
Yes. It’s very hard. But it’s like, fuck it, you know? I won’t start giving a fuck just because it’s hard to not give a fuck. You may give a fuck but don’t you go trying to make me start giving a fuck.
Or do.
’Cause I don’t give a FUCK!

When I die, I won’t give a fuck.
People will remember me for that.
They’ll probably write books about me and build
monuments in my name. But I won’t give a fuck.
I’ll be dead.
But even if I was alive, I still wouldn’t give a fuck.
I’d walk past the giant library built in my honor and
just roll my eyes.
An attractive woman would see all this happen and
she would turn to her friend and say—

“See that guy? He doesn’t give a fuck. See that
library? It’s named after that guy who doesn’t
give a fuck. Ooooh, he’s kinda sexy.