As we Sane Humans keep Kin and Ties support
Amongst all Else when Lights switch-down then fade
Normal, as Raised Individuals report
When Threatened by their Sacred Escapade
As do Connections make Short of our Time
And bill Heresy despite our own Good
Your Status, Sir, demand Universe despite
And frustrate Numbers in our Neighbourhood
When our Editors judge your Fancies bare
Always from our Creeds and Cultures referred
Exploit with such Deeds your Managers dare
Then thrust Victory from Cold Nations deferred.
Even the Bear his Chase and Claws admit
Engage merely in Dreams our Deep Minds permit.
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