I AM.

I'm a nondenominational superstar, interfaith intergalactic explorer,
multilingual extraordinaire, soon to be a billionaire.

I'll share my fortune with the world, and give to all the boys and girls.
For what good are strings of pearls, if they're tightly curled in my own hand?

I will execute some genius plans.
Oh! It'll be magnificent, when I feel so brilliant and rediscover my resilience.

I know it won't come easily, so I'll fight my way through the misery,
pray to God for a treasury, to spread throughout the seven seas.

I can do anything I put my mind to, rescue the endangered animals, too.
Like King Solomon, I'll have many zoos where no creature or person will feel blue.

I just need time to get humble, peel myself off of the ground on which I've stumbled,
raise my voice so I don't mumble, increase the bass and treble so we can mambo.

We just have to work together, strive for Utopia, forever.
And let the dust settle, so that we can stay out of trouble.

Let the past stay where it is, focus on a whole new world of pleasures,
unbeknownst to mankind today and hope with all our hearts it stays.