Baby, I'M Ready To Live The Fantasy - Poem by Elena Plotkin
Tired of scrounging for pennies
And working for nickels and dimes.
I want to tip in all twenties
And stop living the hard times.
Tired of always window shopping,
And patching up my old clothes.
I want to be stylish and eye-popping,
Better than the models in fashion shows.
Tired of living in dinge and squalor,
On furniture that’s falling apart and old.
I want to have a fancy parlor,
On a large estate of marble and gold.
Tired of cleaning and cooking,
After a long, hard day of working.
I don’t care who’s out there looking,
Let a full household staff do their lurking.
Tired of the same faces and old places,
With no means to go anywhere.
I want to see what life embraces,
And travel here, there, and everywhere.
Hey, even if it leads me into bankruptcy,
Baby, I’m ready to live the fantasy.
(C) 2014 Copyright Elena Plotkin
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