Kamalatte
[ with a hint of the bridge from A Man Has Dreams
sung by the character George Banks in Mary Poppins ]
A bank is a community where people banked
They did so with impunity until it tanked
When interest, like a river, overflowed its banks
And fishes, schooled communally, all died and stank.
For Kamala, online communities give thanks.
Her oratory gaffs, a laugh while they make bank.
The little sh*ts get lots of hits; her ratings tank.
Cuz twitter’s a community where witters wank.
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