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I want to gorge myself on lavish drink and fine food,
laughing til I spit with my dearest friends
in wildly expensive, Indian cafes,
planning high drama on low budget.

I want a lifetime achievement award.
I want anyone with the good fortune 
to have ever crossed my path
to stop what they're doing
and pay homage to me
I want the Queen Consort of England to
slip French truffles into my mouth
as she eagerly licks
the melted chocolate from off her fingertips
I want to pose seductively
while being sketched in the nude.
I want more people to "get me"
I want to be all the way in
with the "in" crowd
I want to be known
the world over
as care-free and enigmatic,
Well connected, cool under pressure.
erudite,,
Wildly eccentric,
dangerous and
 on the cutting edge
.
I want to be irresistably attractive
with 6-pack abs
I want to farm huge parcels 
of fertile land as well as
other tracts of farmland
since you aren't able to work them.
to their full capacity..
I want to once celebrate Hannukah
with a warm, well adjusted
Jewish family
I want Friday to land
on the 13th of every month
I want more greenery in the desert
more sand in the rainforest
I want to move
immovable objects
I want the impossible dream
to be probable
I want quiet dogs around me
who savor whatever morsals I feed them.,
doing all their business with the toilet seat up
I want it always to
be two in the afternoon
at low tide
where
the fish are jumping 
the Sun is shining.
while I crack 
falling coconuts
on my secluded private beach

I want great, long dead
songsmiths and wordsmiths
to send me their unfinished
master works telepathically
while I'm  asleep so I may then 
finish them properly 
abd share them with you.
I want never to forgo
my true passions
I want always to experience
all best case scenarios
and never again waste my time or my skills
just to make money

I will need, an anti-gravitational device
When activated,
to lift me skyward
where I can get a panaramic
view with a Rolling Rock Beer
100 stories up on the roof of the tallest skyskraper..

I would require to assist in making critically important
world-shaping. life saving decisions
with the value of my ideas and the value
of your money

I want to annex new territories for a 
 new sovereign nation
Entrenched in the sanity of  the laws of
nature with thoughtful guidance
incorporating no influence other than agreed  upon rules
favorable to our entire tribe..
I want to write our new national song.
while abolishing the antihetically creative, and specious  term "Anthem"
Conversely the book 'Anthem'
would be required reading to be awarded citizenship.
It would be grand to enjoy full diplomatic immunity
shrouded in a cloak of invisibility
traversing the globe to smoke out
and disrupt then reboot  all
FUBAR trouble spots
To help save our planet
and secure basic sustanence for all human inhabitants
insulate the innocent and the ignorant from  further  counter intutive
cold global brain twisting insanity on the news every day,
Hashing over the same scabs and opening them up over and over again....
 I'll neutralize all
foreign and domestic enemies
of the creative human spirit
then vanish into the night
under deep cover
amongst the Brooklyn Hassidic Community
 code named  "M.C. Rabbi"
And I 'd like to play one
more game of Canasta
with my grandparents
while slowly and carefully swallowing stolen sips of grandpa's concorde wine
Ask me, again 
what I want
in the morning
when the drugs have worn off......

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Re-Edited 01//25//2O24 @  4:36 PM Pacific  Standard Time

 
Buddy Bee Anthony








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