I'll Still Be The Richest Man You Ever Knew Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

You can leave me nothing but my soul.
And I'll still be the richest man you'll ever know.
Darling, you can take my car, my home.
You can take my record collection, my dog.
And I'll still be the richest man you'll ever know.
No matter how poor I might be materially
I'll still be the richest man you ever knew.
Darling, you can stop my heart beating.
But I'll still find myself a live power line.
And jumpstart and awaken that flatline heart.
I'll still be the richest man you ever knew.
Seriously, what can you say or do?
I'm the first sign of the zodiac.
And I know only how to love or attack.
You can leave me nothing but my soul.
And I'll still be the richest man, darling, you'll ever know.
I'm not for the faint of heart.
My fire is unquenchable.
So, if you can't match my energy, my desire,
My fire is going to drown you in a fiery lake.
Darling, accept my word.
I'm a phoenix, for heaven's sake, haven't you heard?
I'm the richest man you'll ever know.