Fig.: One who lives upon others; a pertinaceous and indolent dependent; a parasite; a sponger.
Thank ye kindly, Webster_1913.
The properties of a sponge, by A. Spuunj.
The mask, it clings. Years upon years of falsehood
and pleasantries pleasantly packaged for mass consumption
. I am the
genuine one; the sincere, helpful voice. You will listen because I am
honest; you will trust because I am worthy of it. You will expose
yourself and I will absorb all that you release, bouncing back very
little but enough for you to believe I am here. I thrive on you and
your misguided faith.
I spin lies and twist the truth. Genuine? What do you see that is
genuine? Stare into my eyes, talk to me, listen, and tell me you
believe what I say. I am a lie, your dream lie, because the world wants
the lie, and they allow me to be the lie, the lie I choose to be. I am
nothing but the lie. The truth I present is, in truth, a lie.
You, your beauty and the love you wish to share, are misguided. Turn
away. Find yourself some truth, something real in the world, something
genuine. Find someone. I will smile my false smile and weep inside
where weeping is meant to remain. You will probably find your truth as
seekers of truth find it, sooner or later. I have never been in search of
truth, and only seek what it takes to get by.
Oh, and Web? You missed one:
7. a. Informal A glutton. b. Slang A drunkard.