Why I Don`t Care At All About Copyright

dedicated to the Liverpool poets, who are and were really great....

I don`care at all what you do with my poems.

You can steal them, laugh at them. or cut them up to write

blackmail letters to your boss. You can eat them or

smoke them, just be careful to first bake the verses for two hours.

You can sing them in the toilet, kiss them, spray them in the

underground in Berlin,cover them with paint

and burn them, or leave them at midnight

before a poem orphanage. You can strangle them in a

bathtub or make love to them on the back seat of an old Ford.

You can even ( if you have nothing better to do ) read them..

I hope one day they will grow up and run about

in a park

on a summer evening.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, very Billy Collins-ish...

clever clever clever.

"make love to them on the back seat of an old Ford"

reminds me of poetic nights in the back of the parents' olds-mo-bubble with my high school girlfriend where fingers typed on skin----

let's hope they don't get strangled...it would be best if they could "grow up and run about/ in a park/ on a summer evening."

i think the last three lines just have line breaks so that they run together like running about in the park...

just thoughts...

i am quite fond of your writing style...

be back for more.

jacob

[Dinesh Sairam]

Haha, I've been a fan of Billy Collins for quite a while, and this poem is just as good as his satirical poems are. I'm just not sure why you'd used end breaks for the last three lines alone, while you could have easily done so in the previous line as well.

On a side-note, I hate plagiarism with all my bad metaphors. I'd love my poems to 'grow up and run about in a park on a summer evening', but I'd not let anyone claim that they're the parent.

Keep writing.

[FJ Davis]

Very amusing and, I don't doubt, completely honest.
You certainly are entitled to call the shots regarding your own material, Leslie.
Obviously, as you've indicated, there are other views.

[G!o]

This is definitely something i have always been telling the world too...especially pals who tell me to make money off my poems. I don't write poems for money but so that one day these caged words in me can "grow up and run about in a park on a summer evening." After all poetry is nothing but freedom to the chained and enslaved souls that cannot speak...this is really an amazing subject you picked and wrote it really well. it is amazing how just from a single idea, you crafted a piece like this...lovely and encouraging.

[外人 (Gaiji..]

I can't relate at all but you made a great job here, I can understand what you mean, it's curious, ironic (I confess I had a little laugh reading it) and has a je ne sais quoi the one-verse of the third stanza:
You can even ( if you have nothing better to do ) read them..
I see some Catullus here ?

[Southern Cross]

Just love this thought !

[John Phoenix Hutchinson..]

Yes! I love the way this piece slaps you around a little....not to hard but in a pleasant way.

[Emily B]

maybe i'll just watch them from afar for a little while

til i get braver and creep a little closer

[Tomás Ó C..]

:-D