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with their hats covering their brains
we don’t see what they think
with their hats covering their brains
we don’t hear what they dream

so we sit here playing songs
and me, I croon
watching all the people with their brains
tied to balloons

people they keep reading in
all kinds of magazines

people they keep breeding
with their hands in their jeans

with their hats…

their habits
are something like
rabbits
going wild
they multiply too often
and now they can’t find
someone
who really loves them

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