Black Poetry : TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

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    TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

    TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

    BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO
    GOT ME PLACES TO GO
    SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING
    SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER



    TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

    I know years to know used to being with your history

    eager long to achieve

    needs to take a nice hot shower

    going down to the wire...,



    got choices with the most chances highway glances

    glad he switch his Depends tyed beauty within,

    another one bites the dust with the whole world in a rush

    doing cart wheels out in the mood a sought of time to renew



    Trump Smells B.O. which way should we go ?

    some are in a trance

    a given chance at any romance

    Pac sought love through concrete

    on again out again cry for relief



    Can We Talk ?

    hit a sister mister said to high HITLER,

    SONG REMAINS THE SAME SOUGHT EVEN SHADE

    LOVE FAXED IN WHERE IT IS WE DEPEND



    YOU GOT TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE iNSTEAD YOU HIDE LIKE ROSANNE BARR

    NEEDS TO STOP BY INSTEAD OF GETTING HIGH

    VAPE

    with heightened fresh tender moments like these drift away to the sea...
    suffering long in an empty room my pain drifts in illusive rights become pure
    day by day we hear the sound of a lonely owl out in desperation my stomack leaks
    cheer up good cousin as the thoughts simmer again back from beyond cracking,
    this is enough of a good spot gross way back sat the owl in fact through radio

    Trump Smells B.O. button down the captors embrace the hellos
    I'm bust out the beat to increase the tempo...,
    Silently in the dreams eating delicious ice cream,
    I maybe a man of all mans,
    P.U.
    in the port of storm we call commercial radiating plugged in seperation,
    fine darling pillars the growth of here after old man sit by the log cabin
    at night he would take a pee outside his window taking heed to nature's dream
    the owl would suddenly draw empty nothing but framed silence in togetherness
    our cameras freshly made eating potato dumplings...

    I aim human fresh under my wings,
    look to the sun to help you get by...
     
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