Poetry Blog by Wolfgar (2018, Plagiary)
I wouldn’t trust a poet to draw machine gun fire
to run out into no-mans-land,
unless it was Orwell or Owen
they’d have their literary futures planned.
Stolen words lifted that roll off the tongue
plagiary gifted the soullessly dumb,
strutting and fawning in dimly lit bars
reciting their plunder like poetry Tzars.
Train-line cheap tickets
off peak day sav...
Monday 5th March 2018 5:57 am