ON PLAGERISM


Insidious thief would rape your thought

     Deny your rights if he be caught.



A foolish knave a voice does steal

      To twist the words he cannot feel?



Think he it be his rightful due

      To filch what dull self cannot construe?



When no authentic muse has led

       To seize from another is fine instead?



Without ability to feel his own

     He’ll take what someone else has known.



That intelligence is not his in fact

     He makes apparent in this heinous act.



Emotions, laughter, heartbreak, sorrow

     Perhaps he’ll knock at your door tomorrow.



To take the pictures your life would weave

     Claim them for his own and leave.



Posing haughty as advanced pedant

    with wisdom hollow, weak and scant.

    

Garner kudos, praise, and prizes dim

    None of them belong to him



Such arrogance and disrespect bespeak

     A hollow, empty, thoughtless sneak.



Now I’ve said my piece to you . . .

     He’ll probably come and take this too!

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