The Land of the Plagiarites (a poem from my book, Seasons Come, People Grow)

The Land of the Plagiarites

Been there,
Done that,
Heard of it,
Said it,

What is there left to be said?
What is there left to do?
Every action and word enacted,
Copied and pasted unto you,

Our lives are constant imitations,
Constant emulations,
Constant mockings,
Constant plagiarism,

Every word in this poem is plagiarized,
Every word of every single day,
What is a new experience to me,
Is old for another,

What's new?
How I never understood that phrase,
Absolutely nothing,
This is the land of the plagiarites.




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