I Didn'T Think You Would Be That Observant Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You expect me to sacrifice more,
With the giving to you...
The little that I already have,
To enable you to feed,
The continuance of your greeding...
With a feasting that leaves me grieving?
While I quietly sit back,
To allow that to happen.
As if I am consciously in acceptance of it?
To agree your needs have a more priority?

And...
You believe you are entitled to receive,
At my expense what I have earned...
From my own experiences,
You wish to see further diminished and condensed?
And I am suppose to agree to your nonsense?
Are you nuts?
Or just totally out of your mind?

'Well...
I didn't think you would be,
THAT observant.'