ctrl+a, ctrl+c and ctrl+v

it's oh so easy

too damn easy

right now, right here

we can blame

technology

it's oh so easy

too damn easy

right here, right now

you can tweet or x a celeb or random rando, how much you hate them, how fat they are, how thin they are, tell them to die, that you're going to kill them, actual bodily harm

as if it was playing a game

it's oh so easy

too damn easy

right now, right here

we can blame

technology

it's oh so easy

too damn

you see something you don't like, don't understand, don't care for or maybe even despise, something harmless, not the war in Gaza or Cali wildfires, and you spit and spew your dumbfuck opinion view, cos freedom of speech,

it's so so easy

too fucking easy

right here, right now

we can't keep blaming

technology

it's so easy

too

you, in your infinite wisdom because, fuck taking the long path to greatness, why not take the short path and steam from another, you see someone's work, someone's beautiful (or damn fucking awful) work and think, I can just copy, paste, reformat, replace names and faces, with my own scumbag mugshot

it's oh so easy

too damn easy

who really suffers when it's just pixels on a screen, when your filthy palms are pristine and clean?

we need to blame

society

or the shiteating, creeps

who take, take, take

what isn't theirs

they fully realise, what they're doing, the game they're playing, and okay, a poem is just a poem, it's not the end of the world, wait, why would you even use that excuse?

oh, cos it's too damn easy

my little poem, or huge epic, includes a smidgen or, more often than not, a large percentage of me

my blood, my skin, my heart, my soul, as black and as red, my trials, my tribulations, my wins and my losses, are all woven into the fabric of that poem, wrapped in my entrails and a fine veneer of my skin

so when you take, take, take my piece, you take, take, take me

plagiarius comes from the Latin for trap, snare, and kidnapper.

victim-less crime? kidnapping the truth, repackaging it and making it dirtier than your hands you try to keep so clean.

you kidnap words so easily, but would you really have the gall, the gumption to kidnap a person?

take them, cuff them, bind them, blind them with a fold or rag across their eyes, muffle them gag them with undies or a cloth or maybe something kinkier?

I doubt it?

Take them to an undisclosed location and ransom them off for hard cash, like you do their work?

I doubt it

not so fucking easy, is it?

unless you're behind your computer

ctrl+a, ctrl+c and ctrl+v

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: Didn't intend to post twice today, but was inspired by Mother Combs's piece, linked below. So thank you and you're welcome!

Here is another equally proud moment in Paul's poetry portfolio: