Ode To The Plagiarist (Reposted By Special Request Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Plagiarist,
I've seen your jacket of work,
supposed epic tales of Life
that you, yourself quilled by night
from personal poetic wisdom,
which veils me not
by any surprise,
to the many accolades-
you claim you have humbly amassed
from many a competition
international, but of course.
And who would think any less...,
after hearing your claim
of Poet Laureate nomination
the pinnacle of Poet achievement
in the annals of the Literary Arts,
if only it were true, of course,
which we both know it be about as true
as gravity existing on the Moon.

Instead your so-called chimes of rhyme
are but recorded in a Vanity press
who will don and dub you King of the World
for twenty Ben Franklins or more;
something, a polished bard such as you
should deign no spec nor particle of,
as no true decorated wordsmith would


Well, guess what Mr. Plagiarist?
You're a guise wrapped up in lies!
The only reason you still withstand
is serendipity had a hold of your hand,
sheer luck...and nothing else.
I have the evidence paper proof.
You are an artist, that is true
but with the prefix 'con' affront it.

Plagiarism is a cowards crime
worthy of a stint in Leavenworth,
which perhaps could serve you artfully well,
while serving out your rhyme-crime time
by taking that time to read and learn
how to take an image and place it
on paper in YOUR very own words.


And, there's one last thing you ought to know
before you pen someone's work and post it for show;
There are countries who find your likes forlorn
where Plagiarists like you are hung at Dawn!

So, hang In there...it's just a matter of time
'fore you're outed... for your cowardice crime.



Frank James Ryan, Jr...FjR
Written & Posted- 07-29-15

Reposted by special request 1 year later
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