"We're going to reopen your mind again"
said the little man.
"It's too early" I told him.
"I'm not ready to accept new
and unknown ideas -- they might be
infectious."
"That's a chance we're willing to take"
said the little man, adjusting his glasses
and straightening his necktie.
Like this was some sort of news
conference or something.
"I'm against it" I told him.
"I'm going on record as against it."
"In fact" I continued,
"I'll get an injunction!"
So I did.
The judge was very accommodating.
He said opening my mind to the world
would be tantamount to premeditated
murder.
So for now my mind remains shut.
Nothing and nobody gets in.
And nobody and nothing gets out.
Once a month a box of sterile
cliches arrives --
and that's quite enough for me
to get along on, thank you very
much.
I just wish the stores
would hurry and restock
brain sanitizer.
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