They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
—Neil Young, Thrasher
Safe here in our little bubble
New ideas are too much trouble
We are good and we are true
There’s nothing we can learn from you
We don’t have to hear you speak
Tranquility is what we seek
Our habitat was purified
We weren’t allowed to play outside
Our tender souls demand protection
We can’t survive a mild infection
by Richard W. Bray
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