Poet is civil cunning burglar.
He loots the banks of thought;
And creates own poetry parlor,
Exhibiting thoughts others got.

I wonder why he is not caught;
Sent for life’s imprisonment?
For a theft of others ‘thought
Is not too small embezzlement.

But he is civil cunning burglar.
Knows no copy rights on thought
Exist; uses this as his armour.
And displays as his own thought.

But people show best behavior;
They connive at his cunningness;
And throng to his poetry parlor,
See others thoughts in show-case.

People so neglect and so create
Whom world recognizes as a poet.