Plagiarized By Me Poem by jack green

How may a person know the correct road to follow?
When is whats right not even fair, fist ring hollow?
How will words find a place when safe from tamper?
Is a poets soul meaningless without pin and paper?
We can only rearrange thoughts put to paper long ago.
The masters left a wealth manna unknowing what will grow.
Plagiarized by folks like me sweet rhyme and perfect flow.
The use of words both big and small have power unexcelled.
Phrasing just right leave nothing out to this end i am compelled.