a poem by peng

i wish i could be a fairytale princess in a faraway land,
the lead bassist of a reggae band
a famous sculptor with an insured hand -
anywhere but where i am -
i just cant help complaining

if i could choose i would be in Nepal
or London, or Paris, see Boston in the fall
let the wonders of the world hold my mind in thrall
but i cannot ignore Levinson's call
so it looks like its here i am staying

if wishes were dollars and dreams could be sold
i would long have retired with riches untold
instead i am stuck here with bacteria and mould
and lest i fail and my parents scold,
i had best get back to the mugging!

BOOHOO :(