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The shallow sort is never far

from all that they can see,

they wallow in their lack of thoughts

in a state of muted glee,

And when they’re forced to use their mind

it’s then they’re forced to face their kind;

and that, you see, they never mind,

For that’s a solace they’d always find….

it’s nothing to he or she,

And the shallow sort agree.

by John Patrick Seekamp  2015