Author’s Note” my second book “Psychoanalytic Celebrity Poems” will be released before Christmas on paperback (hint, hint, a good stalking stuffer book) with new poems and illustrations to compliment the poems.

Here is Kanye West’s poem with accompanying illustration by artist Spider.

Kanye

Kanye West

Best beats,
best booty,
so-so flow.

Rhymes
capturing the times,
prolific in my polo.
Let them stay mad.
Kim shake that ass.

I make the studio turn
into Mozart
mourning for
his mother.

Genius?
Asshole?
You’d be right.

Fuel me,
back it up
with that beat,
that line,
that chorus.

Fuck the muse.
I can sleep
and write rhymes
with Kim’s ass
backing me up
from behind.

Stay in your bed.
I’m a mother fuckin’ monster.

2 thoughts on “Kanye West Poem

  1. I wonder how it’s like writing rhymes with Kim’s ass. That’s quite a mothership of all arses. You can write volumes of poetry with that at your disposal. 😀

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