He felt the need to be appreciated.
These walls?
No can do.
By people who can touch him
And hold him,
Pet him on the top of the head
And say it’s all going to work just fine:
This life
Should live it
To the fullest.
In his throat, though…something.

People, friends and family, all gathered 'round,
('round him that is),
Petting him on the top of the head
Saying it’s all going to work just fine,
Holding him,
But still
In his throat…something

Birthday parties
His
Kids
His
And friends and family and floors, bathrooms,
sinks, soccer boots, bank accounts
His,
All his
But still…
Oh,Yeah,
Right:
Love,
His,
Wait...
Whose?
His
And?
What?
And?
Oh,Yeah
Hers
Hers?
Hers.
And his?
Hers and his.
Got it…
But still…
In his throat…something
(Cotton balls?)

Why?
All this
And all that
And love
Huh?
Yeah
But still…
What?
What?
More?...
But what?
Speed boat, parachute, P.Anderson,
Nobel prize, a country…
Wait
Go back one
Nobel prize?
Nobel prize
Ok
Nobel prize
Hmmmm…
What?
More?
Come on!…
A gipsy ring?
Yachts, Ferraris…
Hmmm...
Ok?
Ok.
But still...
In his throat…something.

Ah
Got it,
Got it
Ok?
Ok.
Aaaaaaaaall this
Aaaaaaaaall this?
Ok.
But…
What?
Ok.
Ok?
Fooorever
Forever?
Yeah, fooorever.
No can do.