Thief
I stole the image.
I stole the music.
In a sense, I stole the words too.
But no one can claim a word for themselves.
All words are in the Public Domain
And free for the taking.
By putting one word next to another
I could claim some craftsmanship,
Maybe even ownership.
That’s what writers do.
They bait the hook and wait.
No rhythm. No rhyme.
Just prose in bite-size chunks
From questionable sources.
An honest thief,
But still a thief.