My wristwatch checks me for the time,
my verse expects a metered rhyme;

my wallet hits me up for loans,
my secrets beg to be unknown;

my Chevy tries to bum a lift,
and generosity, a gift;

my vodka orders fancy drinks,
my mind keeps asking what I think;

my drums request a shuffle beat,
my furnace pesters me for heat;

the moon suggests I move the tides,
forgiveness, that I let it slide;

my map insists I show the way,
the sun demands I glow today;

the sky inquires why I’m so blue,
and I reply, why aren’t you?