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This poem explores the themes of identity, human connection, and the power of symbolism through the metaphor of Kanye West's dick. The author reflects on the idea of being the 'gilded cock of a pharaoh' and the connection between the past and the present, using the statue of the Capitoline Wolf in Cincinnati as a symbol of questioning the value of life. The poem also touches on the idea of feeling insignificant and the importance of human connection.
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Ode To Kanye West’s Dick What is it like to be the gilded cock of a pharaoh? Are you flattered by how much he writes to you? How he doesn’t need pussy because he has you? Kanye West’s Dick, are you happy with this? Is there ever tenderness in the way he rubs you? Does he wash you in the shower or are you left to get wet, like you are all the time from the insides of white and black women without discrimination. Have you ever made love, Kanye West’s Dick? Or do you just come and go without feeling Some sense of comfort, some reminiscence of home Do you ever feel like you never want to get off Because this rhythm, because this warmth? You’re a prick, Kanye West’s Dick, I’m sure of it
But your head’s in the right place. I’m picturing Your flaccid slumber snug in the crotch of skinny jeans, A descendant of man’s first dick, just like my dick Just like all the other dicks that will never know The feeling of Prada, but are the same dicks that Samurai’s carried, that Gladiator’s wielded nights Before their death in both black and white women Indiscriminately.
Sometimes I Feel Like Not Much It’s not a lot But sometimes I feel like not much Like just a bunch Of stuff And just enough To be a thing Like us things are Sometimes I rate Barely past the bar To define something as was or are alive or not living And that’s cool. It happens. Everyone feels not all there Sometimes We all feel like I do Or you do or we do I’m sure one day I’ve felt just like you
And one day You’ve felt like me too It’s not much But enough To keep myself in love With every human I can touch My hands slipped Between their ribs All their stuff in my grip I hope I can make it a bit easier to live