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.....