Pleasures Poem by G PAUL FISHER

a beautiful girl to share moments with,
a new motorcycle, an occasional spliff,
a motorhome to go roaming about in,
a world without fools who would commit sin,

races and spirits that respect the maker,
millions of pounds in my bank account,
these things I will have, sooner or later,
a life without stupid negativity, no doubt,

a world where everybody respects me,
Why? Because I made this world,
and all the creatures upon it too,
and now my magic remains with me,

perhaps my superabilities and skills,
that are supposedly only mine,
will once again return to me, to keep,
and my life will be spectacular, divine.

WHY NOT?