I'm not worried at all, no not nearly enthralled

You bore me with choices,
In time and by sound.

You pontificate pleasures with the world
spinning round.

It shifts and it twinkles,
with food in the lock.

It's vested by heart.
and theoretically ox.

It dances around 90
and sheds truth in the mighty.

Pleasing words to the girl
Is the men being flighty.