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small minds

small minds take pleasure

in spinning their tops

it’s just they are to stupid

too know when to stop

for small minds don’t care

about how others may feel

because they get their ya ya’s

trying to get others to reel

and if that doesn’t happen

well then they lose their minds

but that’s nothing worth noting

what they’ve left behind

for at that last moment

when their brains disappear

they discover their problem

and it was just spelled F E A R

November 13, 1998