Beware of the Poets.
Oh, how I pity their victims,
The poor souls of their inspiration.
How I envy the words
The ink that will be poured over endless pages
About the love won,
The love lose,
The love exchanged.
What wretched leeches they are,
Stealing inspiration from things that aren’t theirs to have.
And breathing it to life for the world to marvel at.
Damn Poets, don’t you know?
Your trespassing is only fair if it’s on my grounds.
~ Alyssa Noelle Coelho