So open minded that their brains fell out
And that was years ago.
Now they make do with a little rind
A small amount of pith,
That clings to the inside
Of the skull,
And still their heads are open wide,
And still they sense that they know best
(As they cannot think)
Because they believe in the myth
That they are 'liberal'.
And still they find
Others who agree
And reinforce their view
Informed by nought but emptiness,
A space of air
Beneath the hair,
A vacuum where
There should be mind.
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