Tell me what you want to do
I will acquire permits for you, if required
Tell me the thing that persisted
If you want it gone, I will excise it
Run from your actual daemon – if your muse,
I will slow him with my own hands
 
I lurk behind your highway billboard like a prowl car
 
If you want that authority
I’m afraid
I don’t have any
You must ask
I just automatically vend things
That I can leave on your doorstep,
I hope
Without your noticing