Enough

I grew up Down where the Sulfur Creek flows,
B-a-r-n-e-s-b-o-r-o,
Where it can go six feet deep in snow.
Now I live down where hurricanes blow,
And the snow goes up your nose.
On Miami Beach,
I have eight-ten square feet:
Enough for Eleven and me.
I have enough health,
And have enough wealth,
And two ex-wives,
Who tried to make me wise.
I have a son and a daughter
Who make me better,
And teach me everything that I know.
We have enough heaven,
Just ask Eleven.
We're happy as can be in 4D.