Words of Wisdom to a Plagiarist
Oh, you talent-less thief
Disregarding my anger and grief.
You stole my baby
And stuffed it in your cluttered brief
You thought you could take it
And pretend it was born from your wit
While I get the red “DUPLICATE”
And have my reputation in the pit.
You probably thought you got away
And thought your con job made it okay.
But, you have my baby…
And I’ll have the final say.
Steal from me?
I’m not here
To make your poetic life easy.
You know what I’m here for
So no need to get sore.
This is my baby we’re talking about
And I’ll fight for it, blood and gore.
So, my advice to you
And these words will ring true.
Un-publish my baby
Or by legal rights I sue.
Not for money or fame,
But just here to expose your shame.
My baby is my baby,
And that’s something you can’t claim.
© 2018 Dean Traylor