Co Dependant
he'd put his foot in his mouth before he'd swallow his pride,
fed from the silver spoon, though his plate is full, they pour
sympathy from their pockets, till his cup runneth over, he's
bit off more than he can chew, but a taste of reality he has
yet to sample, champagne taste, not even a beer budget,
his pallet developed, by the fruits of their labor, thirst never
quenched, appetite never satisfied, he bites the hand that
feeds him, now a glutton for the toxins, still they help
wash them down with a spoonful of sugar, sweetened just enough
to mach an antidote, his last supper is in the offing,
and together they set the table.....
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