I can’t get enough attention. If I had my way, I’d get as much as my sweetie. No, as much as a movie star. No, as much as the Leader of the Free World. They’d discuss me on Fox and CNN.
On the other hand, a spotlight that bright would wither my fragile psyche.
Can’t get enough. Don’t want too much. When attention deficit disorder strikes again, I‘ll consider this: My poor mind will never find satisfaction.