To The Entourage Of The Lazy, Cunning And Greedy... Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska

You've got no right to claim you are me,
to say you've written all these words...
I won't give in and just let it be,
my thoughts will flow like sharpest swords...

You've got no right to look for children
and say they've suffered instead of that boy...
You can't swap lark's songs with tunes of a wren;
you won't play my life as if it was your toy...

You won't play behind my beaten back
your foolish, matchmaking masquerade...
This game's not consensual and rolls down a wrong track;
here's my footprint, my barricade...

Please do not try to claim copyright of this account. I've already explained I am the sole author of my scribbles. I write for my hobby, private satisfaction (I don't co-write) . I write because I get inspired. How can you compare inspiration to an addition and how can you convert poetry into gambling?
Stay away from my creativity. You won't cash hits for my poems. Don't even try...