Fleas and Ticks

 Baby birds
With their mouths agape...
Hungry for whatever
Gets thrust down their throat
By a mother's beak
Or steel forceps...
Helpless to even feed themselves...
Some people are like this
With their needs...
Parasitic in their lifestyle...
Helpless in the world...
Children that never grow up...
They know how to ask,
But they have no clue
How to do...
No idea
How to do for themselves,
Yet expecting all of their needs
To be met...
This is not something
Specific to a modern generation...
These types have existed
For longer than
The human race has been human...
Survival adaptation,
And that is all...
It's not heroic, 
But has its roots
In loss and fear...
What is heroic in the face of the dynamic?
All of the classic
Literary struggles...
Even the final
"Man versus self"
Battle
Being conquered...
Survival is the goal...
Life force is the battery...
Sheer force of will
Is the magic...
Self-actualization...
Parasites sense this...
They hunger for it...
A taste of that power 
That they can never access
Through their enfeebled
And primitive desires...
And so they attach...
Cicadas attached to the roots
Of the target,
Draining the sap,
The life's blood,
Via very specialized
Feeding apparatus...
17 years a parasite at home,
They take "what they've learned"
To the world outside of the nest...
Every target
Is their mother or their father...
A replacement
For what never gave them the tools
To survive on their own...
In and out of jail...
The "system"...
Recidivism high...
Lessons are hard to learn
When the mind is still
Emotionally
Three years old...
So,
I find myself
Often surrounded by these
Emotionally stunted
Beings...
Their mouths open wide,
Wanting the things that I have...
The things that I have worked for...
And, I'm sorry,
But 
I don't need any children
Masquerading as adults...
All of my children
And potential children
Have died...
I have no need
To adopt an adult human...
If you try to
Look to me
As a replacement father figure,
Or some tribal elder,
Then I will become
The kind of father figure you will hate...
I'll expect you to do better...
My disappointment
Will become physically painful
For you to bear...
My approval
Will be like
A bar of gold
Or a sparkling diamond...
Your compliance,
Yet another reason
To revile the weakness
Ruling your heart,
Dominating your existence...
The alpha and the omega,
The first and the last,
I am...
Never anything in between,
I am controlled extremes...