I’m a twitchy little limb with a light-up dance, Begging for notice, fat chance. Left or right? Who knows the plan? You drive like chaos in a van. I blink and blink with all my might, You treat me like your conscience-out of sight.

I sail the seas or buzz your hand, A quiet thought at your command. In bottles, phones, or folded sheets, I’m passed along in silent beats.

I sleep in the corner, but when I awake, I roar through the halls, with dust in my wake. I breathe in your mess, though I never eat, A beast of the home, with no need for meat.

I press in slow, then twist with might, I never ask, yet hold on tight. I go in straight, or take a curve, I’ll hit the mark, if you’ve got nerve.

I promised a view both sleek and new, Yet left you waiting, stuck in blue. With glass so clear but speed so slow, My name is one you’d rather not know.