Kanye West FantasyA Poem by William CoadMen in the gym, trying to get trim, trying to live his dream.
When did he win? Why work out your shin? For a man that is so clearly obscene.
A friend of mine once told me. That all the boys in the gym just want a slice of the pie, to be just like that guy, and that's fine.
They're just living the Kanye West fantasy. He is all that they want to be. They're living through him vicariously. But is that wrong?
Boys working out, for favor or clout- at least that's how it seems.
They want to be, under the sea, a six pack of abs and you're free
A friend of mine once told me. That all the kids in the gym just want a slice of pie, to be fucked by that guy, and that's fine.
They're living his misogynist fantasy. Treat people like things to eat. They're disdainful towards the greater 'we'. But is that wrong?
He has everything. The cars, women, and cash. He has the podium to stand on, and perfectly cut a*s.
He has everything. The toys, objects, and hash. He preaches from a pulpit, made of panty hoes and ash.
They're just living in the Kanye West fantasy. They want women and money for free. They idolize a man who's five foot three, a man who can't get into his own fantasy. © 2014 William Coad |
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Added on September 17, 2014 Last Updated on September 17, 2014 AuthorWilliam CoadSan Fransico, CAAboutI am a writer. I have been one for some time and will continue to be one well into the future. I have been known to write for a variety of mediums- films, poetry, comics, books- but haven't really gon.. more..Writing
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