Sonnet 1

A sonnet chastising copycats of the "anonymous poet"

Thou wantest sweet fame, yet lackest thoughts new;

Fed off one’s boldness like a second flame

Then burnt the candle that influenced you.

Alas, all imitators are the same:

Thy eyes light up with a creative spark

Only by viewing another’s brave art.

Thou shan’t ever make a long-lasting mark,

Thy facetious poems lack depth and heart.

Don’t fret, poor child, true light comes from inside

And one day thou shall find inspiration,

I write to help you--I don’t mean to chide--

Thou may’st become a writing sensation.

       Timshel--restraint and wisdom--that’s the key,

       So don’t waste words mocking my poetry.

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[miSS LEaf]

bold words, and yes, say NO to copycats :)