Untitled "The boy's a genius!" They all had said Then separated his body From his pretty head They sliced and diced Into pieces, nice They picked his brain & Left the rest for mice "Fill his mind, But don't stuff with fluff, Insert our ideals Till he's had enough." They did, to the kid And replaced his lid But when set loose He ran and hid Though they filled his head, They left a hole BRAINS AREN'T SHIT WHEN YOU HAVE NO SOUL