I’d rather be a tree,
This way I’d not be everyone’s focus,
Probably the animals,
Would be the only ones to give me any notice.
I’d rather be a dog,
This way I could laze around all day,
My biggest worry being,
If I’m in anybody’s way.
I’d rather be a dollar bill,
This way I’d travel ’round the world for free,
Going from this wallet to that hand,
I’d see it all from sea to sea.
I’d rather be a horse,
This way I could use my hooves,
To beat up my enemies,
And no one would disapprove.
I’d rather be a sea shell,
This way I could live on the beach,
Without the beach house mortgage,
Yes that would make life just peachy.
I’d rather be a parrot,
This way I could yak all day,
And people would laugh not be offended,
By the truths I’d say.
I’d rather be a Christmas wreath,
This way I could go in hiding almost all year,
Rather than deal with people,
Not as rosy as they appear.
I’d rather be a dairy cow,
This way I’d have no responsibility,
Except for giving you cream and butter,
With a mood of docility.
I’d rather be a television,
This way I could portray the bad news,
But since it would not affect me,
I’d not have cause to worry or feel blue.
I’d rather be a tiger,
This way I could be so scary,
No one would dare laugh,
Just because I prefer a life this solitary.
I’d rather be a book,
This way every day would be relaxing,
I’d just sit in a little nook,
Instead of doing things that prove taxing.
I’d rather be a flower,
This way I could be pretty always,
No more taking time for makeup,
And covering up greys.
No one’s wholly happy,
With who or what they are,
If we all were,
No one would get far,
It’s not complaining,
It’s knowing damn well what you’re worth,
Don’t just take what you’re given and smile,
If all you ever have,
Is the hand you’re dealt,
You may as well keel over,
And become just more dust for the Earth.