Steal This Poem

My lunch money is in tact

and my wallet's tightly closed,

but a big ol' bully

has stolen all my poems!

I've signed them with my name

and scribbled from the heart.

and you crooks copied every part!

Where are your ethics?

Or have your scruples gone astray?

Betrayed by love of money,

you're a thief in every way.

You dance on stolen dimes,

taken from our earnings,

and now we hubbers

feel our innards churning!

We had no strength in one,

but you've taken from us all.

And know we have the power

to crush you till you fall!

So we're standing back to back,

creators, working to destroy.

A Hub Army, ready to deploy!

Feel us closing in,

and know that you've been warned.

We'll bring you 'ziners down,

and we're coming like a swarm!

----------Check out "Don't Give Up Hubbers" by Victoria Lynn!-------------