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Screw You

Plagiarists Fuck Off Poem

By Mother CombsPublished 2 years ago โ€ข Updated 2 years ago โ€ข 1 min read
Image by Victoria from Pixabay

You know what? Screw you!

You took what wasnโ€™t even yours.

Do you think I donโ€™t know?

I see you as something to abhor.

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You know what? Screw you!

You perverted that which was pure.

Do you think you were slick?

I see your actions as immature.

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You know what? Screw you!

You stole from me my creative joy.

Do you think you are smart?

I see you think writing is just a toy.

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You know what? Screw you!

You performed literary rape of my words.

Do you think your glory will last?

I see your way as the cowards.

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You know what? Screw you!

You messed with the wrong writer.

Do you think you are wise?

I will see you in hell, 'cause Iโ€™m a fighter!

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You know what? Screw you!

You lied to gain praise and honor.

Do you think rules donโ€™t apply to you?

I swear to you, youโ€™re a goner!

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You know what? Screw you!

You better not scoff.

Do you not see you are caught?

All I have to say to you is Fuck Off.

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They take and they steal

Plagiarizing what is not theirs

A thief of stories

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Your happiness took

Robbers of the written word

Absorbing your joy

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Cloning your hard work

And claiming it as their own

With no guilt at all

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I wish youโ€™d fuck off

Vocalโ€™s not the place for you

Screw you, Copycat!

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Authorโ€™s note: I was working on another piece, but got sidetracked with this one. I wrote this for all the plagiarists flooding Vocal and stealing other creatorsโ€™ content, posting it as their own. Iโ€™ve been reporting cloned stories today; hence the inspiration for this piece.

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Mother Combs

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    Written by Mother Combs