(NO COPYRIGHT RESTRICTIONS ON THIS CONTENT WHATSOEVER. FULLY PUBLIC DOMAIN) Name the song or poem as you wish, resell it, but please positively influence culture Subject matter | Category 1 -- Abuse of philosophical universalism (making broad claims while intentionally not trying to understand things or see any sides of anything whatsoever, childish behavior worse than a 3 year old, acting retarded) VERSE With automatic ideas, they automatically assert Their acceptance of the finer things in life, is down in the dirt Their minds, they cannot exert So enamored by their own non sense, to themselves they flirt Away from the truth, on the outskirt They walk down the Loser boulevard Working don't matter for this, whether day or graveyard They act like a retard No novel thinking, not in their backyard Behaving just like in the schoolyard CHORUS The clique is so insular, I swear they're retarded Any novel ideas, they automatically have discarded Enlightenment values, they have not safeguarded Any novelty, they have disregarded Brittle as possible, they are truly unguarded Their remissness is spectacular, the world they've bombarded Brittle as possible, they are truly unguarded Enlightenment values, they have not safeguarded Their remissness is spectacular, the world they've bombarded Any novelty, they have disregarded Any novel ideas, they automatically have discarded The clique is so insular, I swear they're retarded They don't have decency, they automatically disregard Dealing with nonexistent scientists is hard Working don't matter for this, whether day or graveyard They don't care about your feelings, they don't regard Brittle as possible, they are truly unguarded Any novel ideas, they automatically have discarded Enlightenment values, they have not safeguarded The clique is so insular, I swear they're retarded They don't care about your feelings, they don't regard They don't care about anyone, don't need no bodyguard They are failures, down at the boulevard Their neglect is out of this world, I swear it's avant-garde VERSE Brittle as possible, they are truly unguarded Any novelty, they have disregarded The clique is so insular, I swear they're retarded Their remissness is spectacular, the world they've bombarded Any novel ideas, they automatically have discarded These guys are a bunch of bitches, perhaps one should buy them a miniskirt Mind's gone to oblivion, they ain't alert The society is the ones who hurt Climate catastrophes on the brink, they don't want to avert Away from the truth, on the outskirt With pre-thought of ideas, they automatically assert They can't tolerate novelty, they won't insert Their minds, they cannot exert Not talking isn't going to divert Their non sense is in your face, it is very overt Quite fixed in their thinking, they all introvert With automatic ideas, they automatically assert Maybe the rebels and true communicators are off the grid They don't want to understand, act like a kid Away from the truth they hid Towards the realm of insanity they already slid ---