The Plague Poet
By Vampire
click, click, click. the computer commands every instruction.. click, he mumbles, as he decides the path he makes.. copy and paste? leave don't take? or sell as a fake? he cleanse his thick black framed specs.. he rubs his sweaty hands on his pencil neck. his eyes glares with those large freckles, on his nose is plenty of speckles. he steals... he adds his name on, he grins with his braces shining on the screen. the nerd has once done it again, plagued the poet, what a fake. he sits there smiling, waiting for a reply two three eager readers wrote... the first and second were glad as they reckoned the poem was great, as they spoke he finshed the reply within a second he sat down smiling, as he drank some coke he replied in two words, the words were thankyou the last but not least, was a vibrant red note he opend the letter, the first word were 'YOU!!!!!!!!' 'YOU TOOK THE CREDIT, YOU STOLE MY POEM I WROTE!!' 'YOU!!!!!!!' THE PLAUGEIRIST SCUM!, IM GONNA CUT YOU IN TWO!!' 'THERES NOTHING YOU CAN SAY! NOW IM GONNA SUE!! Written November 9th, 2001 © on Nov 09 2001 04:58 AM PST 0 • 1 • 9
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