Conceivers

I inspire to motivate and this has been admitted,
With a freedom that is easily given.
And I have often thought if I charged for my services,
How many then would falsely claim...
They only sought me for cheese to munch.

And somehow they had a 'calling' from beyond,
To put their names on it as 'conceivers'.
As I am left impregnated by their impatient pauses.
While they await to see in a collective discovery,
What new flavor I add to 'their' cheese to eat and critique.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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