if she asks
do tell her
it was having lost her
that led me down the path
to finding myself
at last
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if she asks
do tell her
it was having lost her
that led me down the path
to finding myself
at last
The Slothful Musings of an Indicted Leech …
… I suck. Simply put, I suck.
Attaching my slimy being,
surreptitiously clingy,
nauseatingly smooth,
ingratiatingly insidious,
onto warm sources of sustenance.
I suck, I leech, I drain,
the elements of good-nature,
turning smiles into profitable ventures,
sucking, leeching, draining,
the beings I encounter,
suctioned cups of guilt,
of predatory precision,
surgical frigidness,
clinical intent,
sucking, leeching, draining,
till fattened,
bulging with burgeoning gains,
flush with siphoned-off goodwill,
bloated by hubris,
slipping away,
slithering into my den,
creeping on borrowed legs,
seeing with donated eyes,
cloaked in spurious fabric,
I leech, I suck.
Self-pity my only refrain,
flushing what is left of a soul,
down,
into the welcoming drain.
The Manic Scribbler
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