Brian Mayo Poems
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Steal This Poem
Here’s a poem for you to steal
Just take it; don’t be shy
I’m sure the man who wrote it has
An adequate supply.
It’s just the poem you’re looking for-
Amusing and succinct
Yet bad enough for people to
Believe it’s one you inked.
You simply highlight all the text
And copy with one click
Then paste it anywhere you want
It’s really just that quick.
Don’t stop now; just one more step
And then this poem you’ll claim
It’s really just a little thing…
You’ve got to sign your name.
(your name here)
My father was a poet and my mother was depressed
The bed that she got pregnant on was quickly repossessed
Now homeless, she gave birth to me on cold November ground
And there she left me lay because I only weighed a pound
I struggled to the gutter seeking warmth, but finding none
I wondered if my life was ending ‘fore it had begun
I knew I needed shelter; knew my time was growing short
And so I started screaming as a loud and last resort