dOwN Vanilla (Poem)

Check out this white dog “Vanilla”
He hold it down for the scrilla

He got no ground to be realler
Makin rounds for The Tiller

DOWN VANILLA
I got no pound for you killa

I show my fangs when you stand up
You’re like a waste of my venom

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: HoNKeYz, Trump

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