Why God? WHY?

You can blame it on the coffee
You can blame it on the drink
But I'm sitting up at 4am
Cause I can't sleep a wink
I'm wondering what's wrong with me
I think I might be ill
But I'm worried when I try to sleep
That I havn't left a will
Who gets all my worldly goods you ask?
And well might you enquire
I've got a rather nifty shoe rack
And a hardly used fat fryer
But who should I bequeath them to
I ponder as I type
My jazzy pink umbrella
And my new stabaliser bike?
My friends all have much too good taste
My family's all rich
My flatmate's got much cooler stuff and
My boss is a real bitch
Perhaps I'll just leave it all to you
The good folks of ABC
A little gesture for old times
To think of lil ol me
I scribble this great gesture down
And sigh in sweet content
At last my knotty problem solved
No more do I lament
The future home of my pot pouri
Or my tiger print beach towel
My strawberry hand knit berret
And my shinny garden trowel
I got to sleep at last in peace
And dream of my posessions
All having a 10 year reunion
To discuss my old transgressions
They'll remember me fondly I know
I was a good owner to them all
Perhaps we'll meet in heaven
And I'll take them to a ball