Basically I just wanted to write a villanelle, so I didn't give a shit if the content was crappy as long as I jammed it into the proper form.

A Modified Villanelle on My Favorite Passtime

It’s hard not to drink when you don’t give a shit
about the trials and troubles that plague you all day;
I say, what the hell, let’s go out and get lit.

Man’s harsh lot in life is starkly backlit
by the world’s indifference, or so they say, but
It’s hard not to drink when you don’t give a shit.

Bills and pills and violent ills can prompt a screaming fit
but only if you let them in your head and in your way
I say, what the hell, let’s go out and get lit.

Wars and hate and death are complicated; to wit,
That world’s not black and white, but all shades of gray, yet
It’s hard to not to drink when you don’t give a shit.

The man beats you down and makes you want to quit
but despite his assaults I feel winsome and gay, so
I say, what the hell, let’s go out and get lit.

If stress and duress control your life, observe this holy writ;
The only things that hurt you are the things that you say may.
It’s hard not to drink when you don’t give a shit;
I say, what the hell, let’s go out and get lit.