Words of Wisdom to a Plagiarist
A blogger from a notorious website stole my article. And, now, I'm discovering this. So, here's some word of wisdom to this person who probably thought he/she got away with it.
I.
Oh, you talent-less thief,
disregarding my anger and grief.
You stole my baby
And stuffed it in your cluttered brief.
II.
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.
III.
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.
IV.
Steal from me?
No sir-ree!
I’m not here
to make your poetic life easy.
V.
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.
VI.
So, my advice to you
and these words will ring true.
Un-publish my baby
or by legal rights I sue.
VII.
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.
About the Creator
Dean Traylor
I wrote for college and local newspapers, magazines and the Internet (30 years). I have degree in journalism, masters in special education (and credentials), and certificate in screenwriting. Also, a special ed. teacher (25 years)
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