If I had Eight Thousand Dollars

I would have a limo

And a flat with a fireplace

 

I would have fruit on board the jet

And laugh at the fare in the air

 

I would pay for you all to visit me

And phone you when I’m in a coma

 

I would have wooden floors

And birch trees on the walls

 

I would treat you like flower gold

And enjoy the sunshine year-round

 

If I had Eight Thousand Dollars

I would still deliver meals to the homebound

And collect records from rockstars

 

I would eat instant mashed potatoes

And continue my misspellings

 

I would fight for my own undelivered freedom

And always wish I was between your thighs

 

I would share the stars with you

And embrace our friendship forever

 

I would listen to frogs talking

And hear the gulf stream more often

 

If I had Eight Thousand Dollars

I would have space for a motorcycle

And retro lights and tables

 

I would still ignore mother

And be closed to all of you

 

I would paint and write all the time

And have a bigger studio to do it in

 

I would be above Heartland

And see myself on the widescreen

 

I would meet face to face with rabbits

And have even more to lose

 

 

If I had Eight Thousand Dollars

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

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