Joy Chorused

Bite that pseudo-thumb at the world, sit a moment in solitary confinement; Your ideology is so blissfully bent it favors crooked instead of curled; No need for sour vocalizations culled lineage was reserved for us; There is nothing left to discuss, we’ve no time for empty declarations; Endemic of a fantastical China forest, “Black and white treasures so rare, sweet bamboo loving panda bear…” I wish action matched that joy chorused.