Like threadbare rags, copycats emulate
Higher, superior originators who trail blaze
In unknown frontiers of knowledge where a haze
Spanks and yanks tanks of zeroes that fete
A date lost in a boast on a coast
In snooping, doping and copying a phase
Developed, cropped and propped up in a maze
That sticks, kicks out and picks up a roast
Blended, mended and amended in a hurry
When in reality a copycat imitates
Irritates, serrates and instigates a move to carry
Out low grade procedures of ordures that ferry
Fakes, necks, takes, slakes and slates
On which sets of nought nets marry corny crates.
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