The Way My Mind Works
The way my mind works
may or may not be like yours
Yet I think there's something universal
here, in the proverbial pot to be stirred
My brain extrapolates from the smallest things
to reach grandiose conclusions
Unjustified or not, to me they're no delusions...
Now look at that dumb Haitian cross the street
against the red light while he texts and tweets
All Haitians are like that, I'm sure you'll agree
the stupid jerks! -- Go back to Haiti, please
But you see that pretty Filipino right over there
helping an old lady cross the street with the utmost care
She's a credit to her family, to her people, to her nation
I'd just love to tour the Philippines on my next vacation...
Yes, the way my mind works may or may not be like yours
~ Perhaps holding my tongue would provide me a cure
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