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Impulse control is a rubber band Attached to the peripherals The other end to the brain It’s fixed and steady Neither blabber nor cry it stretches Don’t hit, or kick the band twitches And shudder? No it reins the entire you Do just what the leader lets you And you are perceived wiser Folks look up to you While you mourn the loss of The real you, it is no more (Line count: 12)
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