Needy Man

Four minutes seep by,
so he freaks out,
as his call goes unreturned,

every sixty seconds.

His confidence hissed out of him,
like steam from a punctured pipe,

about the time he lost his job.

He absorbed attention,
like parched grass gulps rain,

about the time arthritis gripped him.

Suspicions whirl,
anxieties engulf,
as he discovers,
no one needs a needy guy.

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