Move On With Your Charming Ways Fixed To Leech Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You requested my assistance,
In your questioned delivery.
And when I insisted that I could not...
You began to offend my dignity.

And instead of getting angered,
I respected you...
And suggested to you with hints.
To only have you say to me...
My way to you did not make sense.

You requested my assistance,
In your questioned delivery.
And when I insisted that I could not...
You began to offend my dignity.

And now when I don't respond to you,
With an expressed interest...
You want to defame my intentions meant,
By claiming in public with derogatory statements...
What you think about me,
To those who have no clue about your indignities.

And like I have stated to you once before,
It is not me but you,
That must open your own doors.

My experience in doing this for myself,
Is not transferrable to anyone else...
To decide what it is I have pursued for years,
Takes for them too much time to accomplish.
Because work and sweat is involved with some tears.

And like I have stated to you once before,
It is not me but you,
That must open your own doors.

I am not assigned to be anyone's butler,
Doormat.
Or slave!

I may offer to assist,
But when my assistance is regarded useless...
Move on with your charming ways fixed to leech.
Don't stab me in the back,
Because your insecurities wish to see me bleed.