They often come and suck on me.
The suckers.
Mostly I can´t see them.
The suckers.
And others have told me not to focus attention on suckers.
Thus they became suckers too.
I will praise the suckers instead.
Hail you suckers!
For you see me worthy trying you sucking work.
You have put me in the line of fire.
I praise you, suckers!
You always tell me I´m alive and not forgotten.
Poor suckers full of nothing!
You need always guys like me to quench your fears!
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end...
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Suckers, right up there with imitators on the flattery scale.