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Oh, I'm sorry... I don't conform to your Perfect vision of idealism? Oh, man...WHAT was I thinking? I had that whole thought all to myself this morning... I'm such a pig! I can't believe I thought the whole thing! I'll cram my finger down my throat And in a spewing spray of Acidic fragments of Hateful thoughts and Sacreligious statements That eat through the countertop And tile floor and cushy bathrugs, I'll vomit up that single thought And take my punishment as You deliver it. So cut my heart out from within my body With a rusty steak knife, Dig it out with a plastic spork, And throw it on the grill. Crucify me, then take my soul, Tenderize well, Preheat oven to ten million degrees, Then roast until crispy brown along the edges, And cooked all the way through. Cut into thousands of tiny little slices, This well-done soul of mine, And give a little slice of it to Each little child who Begins to Formulate An Original Thought. Make me an example to everyone else out there: Free-thinkers get their souls eaten. Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 04:41 AM PST   0 • 10