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Pirated Words
I stole this poem
with cutlass and eyes
words lusted and trusted
so I took of this prize
it's chests of golden
it's flashing jeweled verbs
and left letters worthless
to be picked by the birds
sailing 'cross bleached pages
under azure blue skies
I stole of my own life
and took what implies
existence on dangerous sees
to the edge of the earth and
boarded keyboard south of the keys
taking every word of worth
pillaging the hapless literati
demanding chains and trinkets
relieving authors boasting haughty
of bootied lines me think it's
better to hold to bright sun
to see glint in the daylight
some pirated pentameter outdone
without sword of pen to fight
so hang me dashed by a yardarm
an' tell lies of me glories
whilst takin' maidens in arm
regaling wild legended stories
but, me matey, ye'd better beware
of plagiarists fast on your tale
'cross oceans of notions they dare
pirate your own words to unveil
to their own laughing lasses and crew
drinking and toasting remembrance of you
what's a pirating plagiarist to do?
- but pirate a poem out of the blue
aaarrgh matey -
I'll be takin' them lines now...
© Goode Guy 2012-12-13
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Goode Guy
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