I'd like to be one of those rapper guys,
with all that money and those platinum grills,
with rolls of cash and hundred dollar bills,
with a different woman each night he lies,
and at the Grammy's take the platinum prize.
I wonder what it's like when a guy chills
with a new woman every night and deals
albums and has a cock of magnum size.
These are the things I think about daily,
I have the poetry component down,
I just have to learn the ukulele,
and learn how to dress like a rapper clown,
and sing the way a rapper does gaily,
one day I'll be wearing the Grammy crown.
"Fantasies" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
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