My last name is a first name
Both tell you what
Your needs are my end game
You would likely like cut.
I'm not a good neighbor
Though you see me a lot
And the things I would tell you
Would make you quite hot.
I'm nosey to some
And get in their face
But that's a new name
For a loftier place.
I won't knock on your door
And will enter unseen
But if you have what's in store
Then you better come clean.
In our circles you may find
A laugh, a wink, a grin
But pressure us we'll likely snap
And send away our kin.
We don't do much, we go to pot
Such simple ones are we
But with your hand we take command
Or from you we will flee.