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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