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Wants

I want to be clever, with every endeavor,
I want to be funny,
I want to be happy and make lots and lots of money.
I want to go to the moon, and feed the cow on the dish that jumped over the spoon.
I want to know, and just never let it show.
I want to write a silly rhyme, because I’m bored at work and want to waste time.
I want to get big with bulk, so when I get angry I’ll turn green and freak out like “the Hulk”!
I want to turn my lights on pull over and stop, throw my hand cuffs on and arrest a cop.
I want to go to the Eiffel Tower sometime,
 make the climb,
 to the top and drop,
a rock,
on an annoying fucking mime.
I want to be about three inches taller, so those who look down on me can feel a little smaller.
I want to raise my boys to always be there best, and never strive to be like the rest.
I want the best to stay, and get passed the worst,
I want to move passed my unlucky Irish curse.
I want a good woman that I love and adore, not a dirty cheating whore.
I want to know if there is a God, and tell him “I hate him”,
Spit in his face and tell him “I made him”.
I want many things I could recall, the only thing I can be sure of is death... for it befalls us all.

(2013)

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