Idle Wishes



I wish to drive

In Bugatti Veyron with entourage

In Italian suits

Smoking fifty dollar cigar

As I sip Dalmore selene



I wish to sit

In the luxury of my house

With servants at the snap of my fingers

My boys do all the work

While my account fattens



I wish to become

A better man for my woman

Serve her breakfast in bed every morning

Gift of roses every Wednesday

And romantic dinners every Saturday



I wish to be a famous poet

Flying first class from Lagos

To Los Angeles to Mumbai

With my name falls seven

On every ten lips



I wish my wishes

Come true and true

And my dreams become reality

That I shall never see death.
               




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