No, I’m not a racist
And don’t you dare!
I speak of poems
Of poems, so dark
Even with a flair
They remain,
Incomprehensible!
In their lair,
‘Of I don’t care’
So, to them I say,
Good night,
And ask,
About those poems,
‘Who turned off
the light? ‘
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