to a plagiarist

My words in your mouth
Hope linger like raw brussel sprouts
For your linguistic drought
I give you no water
To boil their bitterness out.

Reviews

[. serah .]

~ haha... touché... ~ didn't expect to read a rhyme on your pages, monsieur steeven... but this is a pleasant surprise... :)

[Steeven]

Rhyme? Wait...I rhymed!

[. serah .]

~ haha... yeah, you did... and it worked... :p