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 now.next poem