I could

I could sing

Howl arias in an opera house
I could become the very first diva
Who got thrown in an orchestra pit
I could write idiotic novels
About idiots-people and their idiotic fates
And about a lonely cat, who likes taking baths
And I would get a Golden Raspberry
For a screen version of my creation
I could make a discovery
Find the time of writing with no stop
During which a corn is definitely grated on a finger
The Ig Nobel Prize would be in my pocket
I could in the end
Drown in a mug
Choke to death with a finger or a toothbrush
And I would get The Darwin Award (post mortem, naturally)
I'm missing so much


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