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I handed you my mind when I knew not of age
And placed my trust in learning before I saw the cage
But it’s too late now, though I can see it all clear
But I can only remember what I’ve done this last year
For all I’ve done is filled up my slate
Just show it to the magistrate
And he will stand in front of his flock and submit his decree
Condemning my thoughts in front of me
He asked me why I stray from the line
And tells me of the great divine
So I look him up and he looks me down
And he sees I am not from around this town
And I tell him I wasn’t born in your little old square
So don’t you dare try to put me there
Take back your guidelines and take back your facts
They only say what, you say they mean, you hacks
Confounding surrounding variables of man
A world of data sealed in a can
To be put on a shelf far, far away
And that’s where I hope they plan to stay
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