We steal from dictionaries / but Webster doesn’t sue
We loots sounds / lifting from rhyming dictionaries
We follow the flow / and time the rhyme
We steal from our imaginations
The wax and wane / of currency and piracy
We kidnap characters from our dreams
Take the private / make it public
Reshape / repackage
Old is new / shame is pride
Put in on paper / there’s nothing to hide
/ / /
This poem was written to the day five prompt at Poetic Asides to write a stolen poem.
Sadly Waiting for Recess 