Joy is a double-edged sword
That pleases and tweezes
When like a disorderly horde
Joy harnesses wheezes.
Joy like champagne
Bubbles forth brims
To promote a callous campaign
Teeming with sad streams.
Joy like a masquerade
Leads the naïve astray
When they indulge in a serenade
That keeps their priceless dreams at bay.
Joy like a thief
Sneaks into the middle of big plans
Muddles them up because its chief
Motive lies in impoverishing careless clans.
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