Those Who Are Born To Leech

If I am here to leave a recipe...
It may go ignored.
It may go for decades untried.
It may, in fact...
Become declared as someone else's creation.
Thieves finding easy ways to feed themselves,
Keep on the prowl.

But one day...
'Someone' will declare a discovery,
Of my 'original' recipe...
To attempt to re-create the same taste,
To proclaim it theirs to enjoy.

'Don't stay up too long to study wrong,
Boys.'

Since those who are born to leech,
Are not themselves creative.
Thieves, yes!
Creative creatures, no!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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