I supposed it was too much to expect
that no-one else would have thought
a pansy with a face looked like Yosemite Sam,
but I was secretly glad
(because I wouldn't have to do it)
that someone had gone to the trouble
of putting make-up on a photo of Gough,
printed Goth Whitlam at the bottom
and posted it on Google Images.
Long has an artist been able to pay
to get away
with having his idea figurized by others
and call it his own work,
but today, with Images,
the varmint can filch for zilch,
say it's his own because he chose it
and, oooh, not even expect to be called a jerk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem