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Exakta66
Exakta66
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You probably were a bully,
Who never did well in school,
Stole other kid’s lunch money,
And thought it was really cool.

And now you’ve moved on,
To stealing other’s work and time,
All without a hint of remorse,
As if it’s not even a real crime.

I’d like to think people like you,
Deserve a special place in Hell,
For when you steal an author’s work,
You steal a piece of them as well.

So now I’m going to dare you,
To try and steal this poem,
Post it on another site,
And try to call it your own.

And if you think you can do it,
And never will get caught,
The only thing I can say to you,
Is you’re dumber than I thought.

04-22-11.

Exakta66
Exakta66
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twelveoonetwelveooneabout 13 years ago
ROFL

I know you're pissed, OK, but this is amusing, muse is embedded in amuse. I gave you a 5, I found it funny and with balls. Right now, it would be petty theft, take it as a compliment that someone did it, write better shit, get famous, get a lawyer, the lawyer will cost you more than the award. There's no money in poetry. Music, that's the biggie, settle out of court.

As a consolation this is the most amusing thing I've read this morning.Thank you.

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