Hoping With My Fingers Crossed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Long after your perception of relevance,
Has gone to leave you...
A creativity you only identify to plagiarize,
I still will be innovating...
Ahead of a time you find you can not relate.
Just to regurgitate that which I have done,
Today...
You will claim tomorrow as being fresh.
And with it believed you had discovered.

But the doing of it,
Will be difficult for you to prove.
Since your ability to steal to make real,
Has already exposed...
Your capabilities as being a thief.
To assume another approach of its doing,
Allows you to rename to claim it as original.
Any path made by one who innovates,
Is not done by one awaiting steps to follow.

'What you are doing we find unacceptable.
There is no way we can rate the significance of it.'

And?

'And?
And you should do what we 'perceive' is acceptable.'

That's great to hear.
But for years I have cleared my own path.
And in fact,
Something about it you find approving.
Or you wouldn't be standing on it,
Seeking as you search to find anything that offends.

'We will.'

I'm hoping with my fingers crossed that you do.