Brain pickers
Thought trickers
Mind manipulators
Stealing ideas
And saving none for later
Idea takers
Sincere fakers
Speaking with enough poetic toxin
To turn a good girl bad
It’s so sad
The words you chose to expel
Because a chance you never had
Poetic woes
Rhythmic flows
Disguising your gift
As a right on the spot
Deceptive truths
Labeled as aloof
But as I say
The pudding’s
In the proof
Vice versa
Skilled tongues
Cow dung
Deceivers I’m among
Mind rippers
Strong tempers
Being in the company of
Skilled word pickers
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