Leech

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

You may drop

Or I can find.

Doctors minister to my physical needs.

Dialogue ministers to my emotional needs

And an intellectual need for stimulation.

This may be presumptuous,

But I have been told 

That I’m a brash & bold bastard.

I do not apologize.

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