L.P.M: Week IV

I don't want to know

Everyone says,
"Look at that,
It's really gross!"
Everyone turns to look,
But me.
I don't want to know.

Camping in the mountains,
No toilets at all.
Unless you count the ones,
That you don't flush.
As I walk in,
The stench is unbearable,
And as I sit down
I tell myself,
"I don't want to know."

I drive along the road,
But something is in front of me,
And it's not a car.
Something smashed on the ground,
A treat for the crows.
When I drive by I say,
"I don't want to know."

There are many things in this world
That are foul, filthy, and disgusting,
But I don't want to know what they are,
So please,
Please,
Please,
Don't tell me.