Plagiarism
is a monster
that hides under your bed
and inside your closet
and wakes
to seep your words and sayings.
Plagiarism
is a tornado
that tears apart the countryside
for its own good,
and neglects to think
about all the things
it has demolished.
I’ve deleted the text of the poems that were plagiarised and put a comment underneath them.
It’s especially naughty entering a copy of a poem for a competition. What’s the point of that?