If you had telekinesis,
I can’t tell you how moving
that could be for me.

You could carry me around the house,
if your mind were strong enough
– and I think you would be.
You’d just lift me about,
like your little rag doll.
I can’t tell you how hot that would be.

You’d just push and pull me every which way,
your tiny little plaything,
doing what you would with me,
at your disposal,
I…

I may have said enough.

You don’t have telekinesis,
do you?