Leech
You are not here for my comfort.
You are here for my education.
I dine leech-like
On your presence
And take what morsels I might find
Or You may drop.
Doctors minister to my physical needs.
Dialogue attends to my inner needs
for stimulation.
This may be presumptuous,
But I have been told
That Iβm a brash & bold old bastard.
J do not apologize
And I am loathe to change.
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