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I love not having to think,

For it can set me free,

Free never to choose,

What I want to be.

I love not having to think,

I’ll march to everyone’s beat,

I’ll think up some boring jingo,

That I will every day love to repeat.

I love not having to think,

About what I wear or eat,

For fashion dictates that I’m silent,

From my head down to my feet.

Oh, I love not having to think,

As I whip off to my church,

For to question anything, my reader,

Is to knock me from my perch.

No – I now choose never to think again,

To lead my days into final oblivion,

For to make up my own mind about life,

Will never guarantee Heaven.

You might call me stupid for wanting to follow the crowd,

To reneg on all responsibility,

To adopt my holy most shroud.

But I am unmoved in my statement,

My poor brain needs to rest in a cloud,

Of others tastes and opinion,

Leaving me secure and safe in my crowd.

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