Though i should have a M. Maybach and Bently And Ferari, owning houses in the world's Chief cities--mansions worth millions Of US dollars, with yachts and jets; and be Decked in designers and a bespoke Rolex-- One that none again the very sort of 'Watch possesses; and with many a dove Stunning be surrounded oft as we in *** Roll hither and thither in uncensored ******; And i should become for merriment an epicure; Filling my head with diverse theories impure, which give not mine soul that lasting bliss; And though i should have plenitude of cash Stashed in a vault away, with gold and diamond Great; but if not for heaven i am bound Afterward in afterlife, then, all is trash.