A Pen and a Paper's Mourning

A Poem by Rubick

Of Plagiarism and Offensive Criticism

"So and so.. he did," I write..
See through this and that to go.
Once my pen and paper white,
Now with pics they dearly flow.
Fights I tame for heavens' sake!
Or just to buy an' sell the blow.
It anyhow my leisure takes,
Just for one t'assail my dough!
Assailors I, though, heart'ly fave,
And love; nay I much adore
For they, the carriers of mistakes..
Refined to make regrass the tore.
"Oh, what a trash! " Yet some may so..
Besmear thy heart and mind below.
But those of them I've said enough,
And blotched myself, and crazed my maw.
But worse of all: "Snatch 'em an' run!"
Thinking that them vents a crack;
Through their daring intel fun:
Pen and page pass out so black..
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"Them father lost, orphans they stay"
"Dare-devil's plot, would father gray?"