I Love Me Most

I am well off So to say Have houses, land and cars Yet, I am insecure Ridden by fear I crave to be as affluent As the legendary Bill Gates So be it said dear God I give you the body of Gates With much more wealth than he has No, no, not his frame I would like to retain mine Who knows his medical history The ailments that plague his body That is a problem, buddy Either you have his body Or languish in your current outfit With its ongoing inadequate limits No, no, I want to remain In my present frame Yet, have all the riches that Gates So famously navigates Why is it so, son? I gave you what you want Don't be foolish Accept my offer for your wish Or as an alternative Consider the frame Of a legend of the Indian screen Who commands name and fame Riches as much as you can imagine No, no, I know the guy you mean The fellow is lanky, lean Sports a beard I don't like He is old, his breath spasmodic Has several health issues Known and reported in the press May be, I can have his baritone The riches he commands But never that mortal frame When I am just fifty Why go for mid-seventies? Why is it so, dear idiot? Why are you so adamant So foolishly fastidious About your body that in course Would decay like anyone else's When I am offering you treasures? Lord, it is so because I love myself more Than anything else in this world Just let me keep my frame But make me taller and fairer Repair my apish jaw Line up my zig-zag teeth Give me jasmine breath Like in tooth paste ads So the girls will swoon Run after me With their bathrobes loose Put them with me in a bed Of roses with my libido strong With all the wealth of the guys you named Stashed in my several bank accounts Ha, ha, nothing more, nothing more I just want to be me Free with no strings tied Like an eagle that soars the skies Unbridled without worries In my refurbished outfit Because I do love me most