O LITTLE MAN WITH LITTLE MIND
CONTEMPLATE YOUR SPACE AND TIME THERE IS NO RHYME OR REASON THERE IS NO YOURS AND MINE YOU ARE BUT JUST A BLUR ON THIS TINY SPECK OF DUST WHERE FASTER SPELLS DISASTER IN A MIND THAT IS FILLED WITH LUST CONSUMING ALL THAT'S IN ITS WAY CAN'T EVER SEEM TO GET ENOUGH YOU SCRIMP, YOU SCROUNGE, YOU HOARD, YOU SAVEYOU MIGHT AS WELL GIVE UPON LITTLE MAN WITH LITTLE MIND RAVAGING EARTH'S PRECIOUS JEWELS SUCH GLORIOUS AND FANTASTIC THINGS PUT IN THE HANDS OF FOOLS LAZY, SPOILED, ROTTEN, SELF CENTERED VICTIMSOF A WORLD SO CRUEL BLINDED BY THE I IN WE CONSUMED WITH SELF PITY OBSESSED WITH ME, ME, ME
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