Yes, I think I've found the problem
Your son has no imagination He had it sucked from his head when he was a little boy With his cable television and his automatic toys But the most suspect reason for this debilitating drain Was found by a madman known as Shunt who leads research on the brain Though his results based on circumstance and his theories get no respect I will tell you his conclusions, what they were, in retrospect He said the key to the mind is a channel through the soul But where your son's should be there is a giant gaping hole And my advice for you, dear, is that when you get back home Simply slit both his wrists and then leave him alone I've seen this before and there is no known cure Get him off your mind and leave him behind What your son has lost, he can never gain back His mind once churned colors but now has gone black From misuse and disuse it's become too late His minds been stretched out from too much shit too dilate With anything imaginative or artistic in fact Things that are used even in science if I'm correct Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard
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September 2016
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