There are many things and places
Where I would like to have and be
But unfortunately many
Are just too illegal to plea
for my final year:
I dreamt about traveling
The world across and far
I would not fly, or boat or sail
I would rather drive a stolen car
If I was given a month to live:
I might pillage, steal and riot
And live the high and wanted life
I’d be a local celebrity-
everyone would give to me
Now if I knew I had a day or so:
I would tell everyone just where to go
Loud and proud and in their face
Spitting at their setback state
I’d be more than ready to lay in my place
A matter of hours before I croak:
I would buy a thousand fur coats
Strip them down and make a blanket
Send it to the animals activists
And give a return address just to see’em get pissed!
A year? A month? A day?
But if the doctors were all wrong
Hearing the same sad sorry song
I would be a little more confused
Cuz I wouldn’t know which tactic to use!
Adding your comment:
This is just great! I hope you have a bazillion more days and don't have to worry at all with what to do if this was your last day! Good musing! Good Luck! 
Avril
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