the poet's tongue
must be free
from complicity
in anti-liberty
no sooner set up
words to cure the bull
by inventing a
copy writing tool
than sunk the idea
like a raving fool
on a new patent copyright
ducking stool
now each page
with a little 'c'
marks the bards' descent
to bastardry
why wonder why?
when we skewer the butterfly
the butterfly
don't fly
This poem is written in defence of my casting off the shackles of copyright- indeed every word here is released into the winds of the public domain forever.