We have Isotopes in the society
all have the exact melody
just the lyrics are different, at times.

Monotonous crops
falling for
varied pestilences.

Fertile feelings
Beggared moods
sing a similar sappy song.

Numberless flowers
yet the ties in the offices
speak the uniform weepy philosophy.

same, same, same
shame, shame, shame
lame, lame, lame.

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