As long as you don't gain anything monetarily,
everyone can feel free to plagiarize me.
Do you wish to take credit for work I have done?
Be my guest pal. Go and have yourself some fun.
I see it as an honor actually
that you would even consider plagiarizing me.
I'm my own worst critic and don't see my work as worthy.
Actually, I hope that my work you steal WILL earn you lots of money,
so I can sue your rich ass and retire early.
So if stealing my work is where you're at,
go right ahead. I don't give a crap.
Sometimes it's impossible
No matter what you do
To find the right words
You just haven't a clue
The words are elusive
And remain out of sight
With no sure direction
Not knowing what to write
The pen meets the paper
Like two strangers afar
The poet's the director
His work is the star
The silence is deafening
As your thoughts tumble in
Not knowing the ending
Or where to begin
You peer out your window
With anticipation
Void of ideas
Or divine inspiration
The writer is sidetracked
With the slightest intrusion
And this great work of art
Has become an illusion
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