Poetry Theft Poem by GRANT FRASER

Have you ever heard
of people stealing
poems?

I did...

some older poet
gent, did in fact
tell me that, and say:

'ideas get stolen
all the time,
watch what your doing',

I think, well,
who'd even want to steal
these scored out,
half written old things,

besides I keep
the precious ones
in a separate place,
just for sure...

there are diamonds
in there,
chunks of gold,

besides I'm getting
old, and what's the
point in holding onto
them any more...

and the words,
well they've gotten
the best of me,
especially when you learn
what they really
amount to or mean,

scoring through, running
back, tossing out,
sweating over what might
seem the next great thing,

what a joke!

entertainment, for a quiet
night in, on your own,

yeah! your all alone
with your poems,

stuck with all the parts
that didn't quite work,

bits of word engine
stuck in various drawers,
gloating back, like unfinished
nudes,

yeah! your thoughts are
stark as the candy coated
images scattered
all over Google,

I don't know - word,

word hardly say's it even
knows me,
for all that nightly labour,

by all means - steal it all,
here you are
take the lot -

especially the word 'nothing'

an old favourite of mine