I'd like to think you're rather bored right now;
Imagine that you dream of men, not mice.
Perhaps a little gamble would suffice,
Or do you think that's what you can't allow?
Well, here's permission for a different vow,
For someone you have only glanced at twice,
Who wants to tilt the wheel or weight the dice
To learn just why and, in return, show how
Your light can turn dull lead to glowing gold,
Eternal dreams be born from base desire,
How ivory and purity can fall;
Who wonders what you might be like to hold,
Or to erupt, surrounded by your fire:
You could do worse than giving him a call.