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.
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