by joetwo

Your words are not my own

Yet I use them

To confirm my ideals

Make my arguments

State my views

It matters not what was the true meaning

Only what I take from it

Grotesque distortion, inane misunderstanding

Part and parcel of the life of a piece

Cast off into the ether away from its creator

And their protection

Liable to be re-used and abused

With no redress or talk back

The muse of creation again defeated

In the grand battle against ignorance