I am well off
So to say
Have houses, land and cars
Yet, I am insecure
Ridden by fear
I crave to be as affluent
As the legendary Bill Gates
So be it said dear God
I give you the body of Gates
With much more wealth than he has
No, no, not his frame
I would like to retain mine
Who knows his medical history
The ailments that plague his body
That is a problem, buddy
Either you have his body
Or languish in your current outfit
With its ongoing inadequate limits
No, no, I want to remain
In my present frame
Yet, have all the riches that Gates
So famously navigates
Why is it so, son?
I gave you what you want
Don’t be foolish
Accept my offer for your wish
Or as an alternative
Consider the frame
Of a legend of the Indian screen
Who commands name and fame
Riches as much as you can imagine
No, no, I know the guy you mean
The fellow is lanky, lean
Sports a beard I don’t like
He is old, his breath spasmodic
Has several health issues
Known and reported in the press
May be, I can have his baritone
The riches he commands
But never that mortal frame
When I am just fifty
Why go for mid-seventies?
Why is it so, dear idiot?
Why are you so adamant
So foolishly fastidious
About your body that in course
Would decay like anyone else’s
When I am offering you treasures?
Lord, it is so because
I love myself more
Than anything else in this world
Just let me keep my frame
But make me taller and fairer
Repair my apish jaw
Line up my zig-zag teeth
Give me jasmine breath
Like in tooth paste ads
So the girls will swoon
Run after me
With their bathrobes loose
Put them with me in a bed
Of roses with my libido strong
With all the wealth of the guys you named
Stashed in my several bank accounts
Ha, ha, nothing more, nothing more
I just want to be me
Free with no strings tied
Like an eagle that soars the skies
Unbridled without worries
In my refurbished outfit
Because I do love me most
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