Confirming

Now I don’t need a hundred-inch television
With a hundred-twenty channels of sports
And I don’t need a thirty-two ounce steak
And I sure don’t need it served by a girl in shorts
I don’t need some pretty twenty-something trophy
So the other guys can see that I’m a genuine stud
And I don’t need a forty-eight-room mansion
On the Cape to compensate for our pedestrian blood
I don’t need a chain of radio stations
To influence the answers to my own opinion poll…
I just need confirmation
There’s a little bit of poetry in my soul

Now I don’t need to tell a roomful of people