"Five Poems" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
Fantasies
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.
Breakfast on Saturday Morning
I ate oatmeal for breakfast this morning
and I could not believe how good it was
usually oatmeal is quite boring
but this was so good it gave me a buzz.
The secret to making a decent bowl
of oatmeal is to make sure it is not
too watery, do not submerge the whole
mass in liquid making it taste like snot.
Along with the oatmeal I had a piece
of toast smeared with butter and topped with cheese,
it was savory enough to bring peace
to Palestine, bringing war to it's knees.
Today I had a decent breakfast for
once in my life, I look forward to more.
Breakfast on Friday Morning
We had coffee and a bagel with cream
cheese. It was enough to fill my belly
so I'm not hungry, but I often dream
of eating something more, eating jelly
and peanut butter sandwiches, deep fried
in batter and hot grease, gobbling them like
a whale eats krill, at one point I had tried
to ask for more food, but like the Third Reich
starved Jews and Gypsies, even so did
the landlord starve us, where does the money
that we pay her go? She spends it on squid
and octopus fried in grease and honey.
I should go out and get breakfast on my
own, and to the starving times say goodbye.
Thoughts While Watching The Weeknd
I'm watching "Reminder" by The Weeknd
and I'm feeling a little envious,
he has all kinds of cool shit and chicks bend
over to take his cock, the Genesis
of all good mornings, writing poetry
will never get you a private jet or
a Lamborghini or lots of money
or loads of women and fans who adore
you as if you were the greatest person
in the world, you can write poetry but
it will not do anything but worsen
your situation by taking a cut
of your time that could have been spent making
money, which is out there for the taking.
Breakfast on Thursday Morning
Cereal, I'm so sick of cereal,
we have cereal almost every day,
there is just about no material
difference between cereals anyway,
between the fruit loops and fruity pebbles
that we are served every morning, they're all
the same flavor, whether they are petals,
doughnuts, or even the shape of a ball,
changing the shape does not change the flavor,
I want to eat Honey Bunches of Oats,
if Malt-O-Meal could do us a favor
and knock off Oats I would buy up whole boats
of the stuff and make Malt-O-Meal millions
of dollars, or maybe even billions.
"Five Poems" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
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