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Sunday, January 3, 2021

Ballade Of A Black Lives Mater or Pieces Of A Meme

She's to the Black Lives Matter born.
She's scaled the Black Lives Matterhorn.
This Black Lives Batting-Caged Bird sings,
and I know why: she's seen some things.

White physicists dark matter probe,
though such stuff foils one's frontal lobe.
Were they with Black Lives matter faced,
her civil rights she'd see erased.

Like Carroll's Mad (Lives) Hatter, she
(not Anul Chandra Chatterjee)
deploys some Black Lives patter. (Me...?
I feel her spiel's too chattery.)

But, fans: needs answering my bladder.
Yet I, too, cry "Black Lives Matter."
If you don't, I scorn "pro rata":
with ya'll whatsa (Black Lives) matta...?

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