A Parasites Pleasure is Gone

You do not provide pleasure now I clearly see

As you hold fast and selfishly feed from me
 

You steal my time and give nothing back

No 'two way street' Your kindness I lack
 

You take and take and will not contribute

To voice so silent, I am just mute
 

I must rid my home of your selfish request

I believe I compromise my up most best
 

 Your bags are packed, stacked in the hall

Go back to some place, in your movement of crawl
 

Find someone else who will keep you in style

Sure you will gain in no more than a mile
 

You are lazy, your untidy and really a mess

I want an equal, no more or less
 

So go on your way with your relentless feasting heart

I choose to lose the parasite and make a fresh start