Coulda Shoulda (Going, Going, Gone) Poem by P.R. Prosper

I could’ve been known more than Snoop or Labradors
But I dodged hard work’s horns like a matador
I heard someone knocking but I ignored the door
Now I’m pacing up and down this corridor

I could’ve made more paper than the lotto
I could’ve thrown more parties than Coronado
I could’ve been classier than El Dorado
I could’ve had fans worldwide over one motto
I could’ve built my parents a private pool and a grotto
I could’ve walked the red carpet with a top model
I could’ve been hotter than summers in El Paso
I could’ve seen more sites than tires and autos
I could’ve charged for the water with my name on the bottles
I could’ve gotten laid more than hotels and hostels
I could’ve done a lot of things but they’re all gone so
Whatever