Like a parasite, they suck as
much out of you as possible.
They too, are vulgar little
creatures, rude and demanding,
ruthless and self centered.  They move
from one host to the next,
sucking as much life out as
can be done!  If only I could
slap them like a mosquito, and
watch their conquests dissipate...
A smile would come to my


written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate


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