If I had a penny, for each that I don’t
If I had a dollar, for each that I won’t
If I had a billion for each that I do
I’d still have nothing, and would not be you

If I had a dream, to reach for the skies
If I had a face, I could not disguise
If I lived in a penthouse, instead of this dump
I wouldn’t be me, I’d be Donald Trump.

© 2010 JVD

Jane Van Doe

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