To Berkeley rode Shapiro,
Bold knight with banners gay.
(’Twas neither crusade nor jihad—
He rolleth not that way.)
Quite modest his agenda,
Quite mild and orthodox—
Yet what a fuss ensued then! ’Twas
Indeed a paradox.
SJWs accused him
Of most foul blasphemy.
Inquired goodman Shapiro:
“Is my speech, forsooth, not free?”
These bold words unto rage stirred
Many a Berk’ly battle axe—
But all that Antifa managed
Was epic anticlimax.
Meanwhile, interested spectators
(And there were more than just a few)
Were exposed to an exponent
Of a different point of view.
They did not see the Nazi,
Which they thought they’d come to see—
And then smugly, Ben Shapiro
Rode home, from Berkeley.
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