"My Wants."
I want a Diet Pepsi.
It's too late for Diet Pepsi.
I want a baby, but only the broad strokes.
I'm getting old and forgetful, sickly,
but try and test my introspection, steely
and pilloried.
I'm a yeller, but pardoned because of childhood.
I'd like to sleep, but not yet.
I'd like the Italian actor, but he seems an effort
beyond my capacity.
I'd love to get at the core, but it's
sectioned away from my inspection, where
I pretend to negotiate.
I want to barter, but it's outside my purview.
Don't get me started, I'd like to start but my mouth is
guarded by the first tongue.
Thank you.
[APPLAUSE]