Yeah — get on your knees. Not just ‘cause I said so — you don’t even know what else to do, right? I’ll smile, light a smoke, check my nails like it’s nothing. Meanwhile, you’re sweating, panting, looking up like some lost, confused raccoon on welfare. Not even sure what you’re waiting for, huh? What’s up with you now? Cold? Nervous? Can’t even tell anymore? Say something. Or don’t — who the f*** cares? I decide the pace. And today? Yeah, I’m chill. So just wait. Breathe while I let you. And maybe… appreciate that I’m in a good mood. And you! Yeah, you over there! What the hell are you staring at? Just lying there like some pathetic, orphaned, incompetent baby anteater? Or maybe a sad little squirrel who failed gym class? Grab your damn phone — now. Do whatever it takes to get noticed, to get through to me. No calls, got it? Text me. And if you can’t even write? Draw it. Scribble it. Make me see it. Like a lost platypus trying to send a love letter. Right fing now.* You dumb, lazy little servant. Come on, move. Do it. Now‼️‼️