A Second Life to Choose

A rhythmic day dream.

If I had a second life to choose
A fat,
black cat I'd be
And I would never give just take
And live in luxury.

Diamonds and emeralds would trim my dish
Constructed of solid gold
And my servant had better fill it with lobster
Piping hot not cold.

Red satin pillows and peacock feathers
Would be my place of rest
Where I would lie and contemplate
Upon being a bigger pest.

And should it be discovered
That I'd rather take than give
I really wouldn't worry
I'd still have eight more lives to live.