When I win the lottery,

Gonna buy a new wardrobe,
Go shopping in my new Bentley
For a diamond necklace of my name
so big it touches my navel on one side,
and the crack in my *** on the other,
A watch so big, gonna have to hire
Somebody to carry my arm,
And a mansion just for my stuff
And another to live in.

Nah.

Gotta car, born in 2 double O three,
Runs fine and plentygoodenough.
My watch maybe runs fast or slow,
By a coupe of minutes,
Course never can't be sure,
But tells me the hour around and that's
plentygoodenough.

Got me plenty T- shirts and shorts,
All in readiness for the summer a coming,
Pants and jeans in every waist size I ever been (Don't Ask)'
Over the last ten years, no needy for more,
plentygoodenough.

The house I live in well, the closets,
Scream when opened, empty me out,
But that's not (mostly) my stuff,
As you may have guessed,
So I when it comes to dresses n' shoes
We shouldn't be singing the blues but maybe
plentygoodenough.

Got a better idea for when I win,
Gonna get in my car,
Gonna take my watch off permanently
Gonna clean and box all this extra stuff,
Take it down to Goodwill,

No need to wait, till I win,
Gonna be doing it this morning,
Right after I give you this poem,
plentygoodenough.

6:43 AM
June too, 2 and 0 and thirteen