The Plan

So I was thinking..its senior year and all.. everyones figuring out what they want to do with their lives..so I made a little list of my own…heres the plan...

I’m gonna buy myself a gun
Then I can really have some fun
Steal a McLaren F1
Yeah, I think it can be done

Become a famous movie star
And do my own outrageous stunts
Shoot my own long-barreled guns
Drive my own exotic cars
And speed past all my own strip bars

Learn to run the speed of light
Develop super x-ray sight
Like a cat I’d see at night
And climb to any given height

But I don’t need to learn to fly
James Bond’s my type of guy
Wheels for wings and rubber feathers
Just like heels, and tight black leather
Fit about any weather

And if not that
I’ll buy myself a whip and hat,
Discover sacred long lost treasures
Slice through jungles with machetes
And save the world by any measures
Raid hidden tombs, and unearth forbidden rooms
Look into the eyes of doom
In a tank top and some shorts,
Cuz all I’d need is ammunition
To accomplish any mission

Comics, movies, video games
Running through my vibrant veins
So fill the pages frame by frame
With a crime fighting dame

Or a villain,
To me it’s really all the same

I’d steal the precious crown jewels
Take the diamonds, rubies, pearls
Heist casinos, banks, the Louvre
Crack the volts and get the codes
Cuz there’s no such surveillance, where you won’t find any glitches
I’d get away with all the riches
And as for my teammates?
I’d ditch those greedy sons of bitches

But if not, there’s one more thing that I have got
I’ll dig up a pirate ship, take it on a distant trip
On the map X marks the spot
Let the bones of traitors rot
Cuz Roger’s jolly for a reason
Tis’ the treasure-hunting season
Pillage, burn, destroy, and raze
Any god-forsaken place
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
Anyone?

But to summarize all this
So the point you wont miss
Flying knives and secret lives,
Foreign spies and super rides,
Screeching tires and barbed wires
Simply put are my desires
Cuz sweet dreams are made of this
Action seeking brand of bliss

So if tomorrow ever comes
I’m gonna buy myself some guns