If I Was Rich Poem by Denis Martindale

If only I was really rich,
My pockets full of cash,
Then I would have a spending itch,
The kind you could call rash...

How many watches would I own?
How many diamond rings?
How many jets would I have flown
With princes and with kings?

How many mansions would I buy?
How many limousines?
How many film scripts would I try
Before I played my scenes?

How many autographs would do
To satisfy my fans?
How many standing in a queue
To learn about my plans?

How many girlfriends would I date?
How many would I love?
How many would I learn to hate
Before they got the shove?

Oh, dear, right now, I am not sure
I want to be that guy...
But tell me, Lord, must I be poor?
If so, please tell me why?