The Leech

A leech you sap my energy,
you take my blood from me,
a cuckoo you supplant my
life with yours - you give me gloves
to push you up your hill,
ropes to dredge you from that low
slow pace of stasis and no action,
from that tidal drift,
that unwilled current and meandering
thing you lie in.
Can't do it.  Won't do it.  No.
Find a generator somewhere else
and let me feed me mine.
I hum for no man
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