They Can Funk With It Done Over Daddy Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Frankly,
I cared.
With sincerity given.
And so much more that was there.
Easily to give without thought to share.
But one day I awakened,
To discover my sharing blatantly plagiarized.
And frankly,
I care too much for my stuff...
To be taken from me as if that wasn't enough,
For thieves to believe me to be that easy.
Without one day finding their minds messed up.
You see,
My stuff has its own touch.
And don't like others to think,
They can funk with it done over daddy.
All of my babies know and love their daddy.
And would maim a fool who disbelieves.