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 Iβm a brash & bold bastard.
I do not apologize.

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