I stole these words right from the poet's handbook.
All these feelings I feel can be found in Shakespearean work.

The thoughts I think can be heard from future seeing comedians of the social kind.  

What is new if it's all old hat to me?
I'm not being creative- merely skipping across stones laid by cerebral terrorists who came before me.

A dangerous idea- recited through a ghetto blaster megaphone, an artistic threat dripping in red spray paint, a post beat poem throne made of wine bottles and past society memories.

I'm stealing the work right out from under you, I'm playing make believe with art like it's something new.

The verbal thief
A penned cat burglar
I'm stealing the words of poets before me, posing as a priest to hear confessions that I'll later wear as my own sins to help forge a new book.

Best seller highwayman.

Stand and deliver- your stories and your life.

Thought process plagiarizer, reshaping forgotten words and bringing back into the modern eye.