By: THE Sailor Scorpio
Oh, fool on Internet plundering,
You rape our sites and claim our work your own creation.
Even to our faces you claim our beloved labors yours.
Who do you think you're fooling?
You steal without heed, and that is base enough,
But, then, you boldly plagiarize;
And, confronted, you have the nerve to shout,
"Where do you get this stuff?!?"
Such audacious denial seems a growing fad,
But it does not change the staring facts:
Your site originates from others - not yourself.
And you proclaim your imagination? - that is very sad.
Oh, fool on Internet plundering,
You rape our sites and claim our work your own creation.
Even to our faces you claim our beloved labors yours.
Who do you think you're fooling?
"We're just alike in our wording of things..."
Oh, look, we 'paint' exactly alike, too???
Oh, really??? And, so, I begin my list
Of exactly what your infringement stings.
Direct linked images - you steal my bandwidth.
Long and hard we toil to pay for Internet space.
Lazy, unscrupulous, thieving, you slither,
Using our bandwidth to make your site with.
And there is my content as copy/pasted text-
"Not copy/pasted!" you cry.
But lo! The hyperlink betrays you!
Since when are you at my address?
Oh, fool on Internet plundering,
You rape our sites and claim our work your own creation.
Even to our faces you claim our labors yours.
Who do you think you're fooling?!?
I am incredulous at the audacity.
You say to me: "That image you made - I made it."
I blink and choke and gasp and sputter
What? - ...such odd facetiae.
Surely this is temeritous banter...
If we were kids in school together,
Would you steal my book-reports and lunch money?
*raucous laughter* You'll find me intolerant.. er.
Oh, fool on Internet plundering,
You rape our sites and claim our work your own creation.
Even to our faces you claim our beloved labors yours.
Who do you think you're fooling?
You are not fooling me, miss.
And you are not fooling your webspace provider.
Gee, where has your site gone?
"You have violated our Terms of Service..."
We think that is the end of it...
But, lo! It is more email from you!
And, lo! Email from your misinformed followers!
Stunned in my seat I, staring, sit.
All of it saying how mean I was!
All of it saying I should apologize to you!
That I should help you get your site back up!
That I should help you with your cause!
That you worked sooo hard!
You put so much of your heart and soul into it!
That I should be your friend!
That I your "good name" have marred!
Stunned in my seat, I sit with cheeks of tear-lace.
But it's not... but it's not... how can they think that?
How can you look me in the face and say my work is yours?
It is base enough you can to others - but to my face??
Oh, fool on Internet plundering,
You rape our sites and claim our work your own creation.
Even to our faces you claim our beloved labors yours.
Who do you think you're fooling?
I rant and I fume and I take action.
I strike out in anger, but also in heartsick.
How can people do this?
What fuels this unthinking, unfeeling faction?
We run our tapes hours on end, deep into the night
Playing and reversing many times over
To get just the right frame for each cherished image
Going from tape to tape to find what's just right.
We sometimes agonize, retyping and retyping
To phrase something with just the right words
But finally it will click and we are so elated
Who knew we toiled for you're casual swiping?
Finally satisfied, we upload with pride
Sure our hard work will be seen as well done
You slither in plundering, creating your site from ours
And soon we get flames for stealing your site!
People... Question, research - investigate all sides
Before you proclaim your support so hotly.
The braggart you follow blindly is likely nothing more
Than a thief who on others' coattails rides.
Comments on this article can be sent to: THE Sailor Scorpio.
