False Imagination

How is it, that you possess the gall to call my work your own? 

I am creative beyond my own knowledge, everything I write, or paint, or draw, belongs to me.

I took it from no-one.

Yet here you are vermin, swine, filth. 

Praying on the creativity and imagination of others as if you are original.

Have you no shame and decency? Are you really so sick that you need false praise?

Read my words and head my warning, I will cause your fall.

I'll cut you down like the weak little sapling that you are and dig you up by the roots.

Your pestilence has run it's course, we are the cure for your disease.

Come to play again in these woods and the sheep will dine on wolf.

You are an insignificant speck, besmirching the collective mind

and you will be wiped out like a smudge, a stain. For you are nothing more.

 

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

This is harsh. But wonderful. :)

[realmwriter]

Well it's not as Harsh as my other one. That one uses much profanity. But I thank you for the review. and I am glad that you like.

[Brandon S. Whitten]

The pen is mightier...splendid read and write.

[realmwriter]

It is indeed but he still wouldn't want to meat me in a dark alley. Hell it doesn't even need to be dark. Thank you very much. I am glad that you like it.

[Brandon S. Whitten]

You are welcome.

[Tate Morgan]

Now this one is a bit reserved for you. But true to form I don't think he will want to run into you on a darkened street at night.

[realmwriter]

I was going for a softer hand in prose. Not my best work. But thank you for the review. No he wouldn't.