The Plagerist
Your a plageristic son of a dog!
I once said to this guy.
Every thought that comes out of your head,
Is nothing but a lie.
The day that you decided,
To try and steal my words.
That's the day you changed from a man,
Into a pile of turds.
If that was your feeble attempt at humour?
Then sir I am not amused.
You signed your name under my words.
I feel violated and abused.
My first and foremost instinct,
Is to punch you in the head.
But I have decided it's better,
Wishing you were dead.
When you said you didn't mean it,
Well then that is just a shame.
Because when you signed the bottom,
You misspelled my name.
Copyright © Thomas Plue | Year Posted 2009
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