ReConfigured: Older But Not Our Elder, 2

Not amusing, how you lurk on the sidelines,
dropping in now and then with nothing much to say,

except another kind of discouragement,

often expressed in words reflective of
my deceased parents' relentless disapprovals---
yes, Lloyd and Betty---
their voices imitated in your sentences,
which are always imitative anyhow.

You are like a monstrous, venomous tick
that, shaken off, always seems to return.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

I can choose my friends, but I cannot choose my relatives---even though I am adopted.

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