Everybody Wants Something

Nothing pleases me more
Notifications at dawn
That’s why I lie awake and roll on the floor
Await that assonant roar
That calls me gently gently down
Into that sacred realm — communication!
You got me in your sight
The penetrating light of your needs
It’s a magic device
That brings my friends in my life
I’d surely die without those desperate words
Without those troublesome pearls
That draw me slowly slowly down
Into the darkened room of your confession
You got me in the grip — bottom to the tip —
Of your routine
Everybody wants something