Poem

Tony

A nice native guy
and fuel he had to buy
The white man, son of a bitch
followed them, thinking he was a witch
The man was not a human for Tony
He was more like an aggressive pony
He had a gun which he got from his dad
They shot the police officer, and they were not longer sad
He felt kind of good
When he got it overstood

Who fears the mask
It was their only task
To kill the white ghost
So they in peace can eat their toast

Tony the native
he makes me very creative