When I’m elected God, I’ll uninvent
the automobile, mayonnaise, junk mail;
and if I’m chosen to be president,
I’ll outlaw lawmakers and pressure sales.
A life will not be wasted when I’m king –
I’ll help each soul to find its proper use –
and we won’t have alarms or phones to ring
us in a net; we’ll happily produce
necessities luxurious and neat,
accomplishments extravagant and clean.
Our lives will be unfrivolous and sweet,
when I am nominated to be queen.

(You think I speak affected and absurd
but I believe there’s truth in every word.)