Wants

I want a cat I want a dog

I want to stay thin how much ever I hog.

I want a huge self-making bed

I want Heath Ledger to be undead

I want to live in New York Town

I want my skin an even brown

I want a closet that choses clothes

I want the power to teleport

I want nutella in peanut-butter cups

I want to do twenty push-ups

I want F.R.I.E.N.D.S to have never ceased

And yes, don’t pout, I want world peace.

The problem though will always be

My grass I’ll never see as green

So all I’ll get, but want I’ll still

No such thing as wants fulfilled

So to get out of this vicious ball

I need the want that rules them all

I want one want (though it’s a bore)

I want to stop wanting for more.