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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