Stolen Poems

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.

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