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