If I could write with genius and guile.
I'd write of war and battle.
Surely nothing that would bring a smile.

If I wore clothes with trend and style.
Maybe that's the key.
To landing girls by the pile.

If I could make money all day and night.
I'd be too busy for you.
And to me that doesn't sit right.

If I was poorer than the man on the street.
You'd still be my devotion.
And not this bowl at my feet.

If I loved you once I love you still.
My hearts too big.
Your there like an un-mopped spill.

If I could study dedicated and nerdy.
I'd be happy with my life.
With a career stable and sturdy.

If I could finish everything I start.
Resolute and compelled.
My life wouldn't fall apart.

If I spent more time on things in sight.
I wouldn't have to write.