The Desire

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

My wish is to write a best-seller
make a lot of money
and buy a yellow Mercedes;
not a black one
there are so many of them around here
with drivers in black suits,
wearing sad expressions and a smug, half hidden smile
looking like funeral directors
going to work on a day a jumbo jet has crashed near the airport.
Most of all
I like to be so famous
that I can live as I do
and people will say: him!
He has got lots of money but chooses to live simple life.