Oh joy, let's judge a book by its cover,
And claim the outside reveals the lover,
Of sociability, or so they say,
A house's facade, the key to the way.

Left-handed, a treasure rare,
A goldmine of trust, creativity to share?
Or just a myth, a stereotyped claim,
Based on handedness, a simplified frame?

A bedroom's decor, a political sign?
A glance reveals the heart's align?
Red curtains for the left, blue for the right?
Or just a color choice, without a fight?

Do furniture arrangements whisper our views?
Is liberalism expressed through modern hues?
Or are these assumptions, shallow and wide?
Ignoring complexity, inside.

The furniture arrangement, a telltale sign,
Of liberal leanings or a right-wing shrine,
The bedspread's pattern, a subtle hint,
Of anarchist tendencies or capitalist print.

But wait, what about the complexities,
The multifaceted nature of humanities?
Do we truly fit into these narrow molds,
Or are we more than these superficial golds?

Can walls and windows reveal the soul?
Does a house's exterior make us whole?
Sociability gauged by architectural style?
A facade that hides the inner smile.

Let's celebrate uniqueness, instead,
And shatter these shallow, judgmental threads,
Embracing complexity, with open hearts,
And recognizing the beauty in diverse starts.

For trust and creativity know no hand,
And politics can't be reduced to a room's plan.
Let's look beyond the surface level,
And find the beauty in diversity's revel.