Jerk
I have not had their experiences.
Nor have I done what they did.
Neither have I seen what they've seen.
But I can create, I can imagine.
I see the scenerios, the moments in time.
I create the experiences they merely find.
How could they say that they arn't mine.
I work harder, I dig deep.
To please the readers that they can't keep.
I am creative, I do not steal.
I invent the thoughts you try to conceal.
Those images you see, when you read my work.
They are placed there for you.
You unintelligent jerk.
So accuse me some more.
You will see what happens.
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