The Slothful Musings of An Indicted Leech

The Slothful Musings of an Indicted Leech … … I suck. Simply put, I suck. Attaching my slimy being, surreptitiously clingy, nauseatingly smooth, ingratiatingly insidious, onto warm sources of sustenance. I suck, I leech, I drain, the elements of good-nature, turning smiles into profitable ventures, sucking, leeching, draining, the beings I encounter, suctioned cups of guilt, of predatory precision, surgical frigidness, clinical intent, sucking, leeching, draining, till fattened, bulging with burgeoning gains, flush with siphoned-off goodwill, bloated by hubris, slipping away, slithering into my den, creeping on borrowed legs, seeing with donated eyes, cloaked in spurious fabric, I leech, I suck. Self-pity my only refrain, flushing what is left of a soul, down, into the welcoming drain.