Why,
shall I care about you?
Why,
shall I give two,
about the things you do?
Why,
shall I attempt,
to be you?
For,
you externals,
are so opinionated.
So,
tethered to believing,
you comprehend what's right,
what's wrong.
That,
you know,
all.
Such,
has amazed me since,
I was a child.
The,
thought of being,
a being which behaves.
That,
I should act in a way,
this silly parent wanted.
This,
school.
This,
society.
That,
I should care,
absent such attempting to truly,
care about me.
How,
silly.
For,
you beings are nothing but,
weak.
Nothing,
but simple monkeys,
which do what you see.
Say,
what you heard.
The,
sound which you emit,
shall never exist as,
yours.
Oh,
to be nothing but,
a slave.
To be,
nothing but,
this silly monkey.
Such,
is what it means,
to have,
an american brain...
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