Unreleased Poem

I forgot to put this one in my book, Orange Flavored Footnotes, until after it was published. Too bad, cause I actually liked this one. One day I may make it into a song.

Thieves

We are not fabricators

Mystic aviators wit built-in navigators

Dictators of some creative barometer

To some sort of soul we've yet to see

We are not fabricators

Initiators

Illuminators of vibrations in the cosmos we've yet to see

We are instigators

Cheap, sly laminators

Lamenting the laments of somebody else

We are administrators

We are animators

We are instigators.

It's our one true denominator

The Fleet-fingered flutist

The hot-handed harpist

The cat-napping composer

Thieves all.

Stealing toy trophies to rearrange

On the mantle pieces 

In a house we call our own

We are not fabricators

We are nasty nasty annunciators

So girls and boys,

Best become imitators

Originality is a coy.

"Poems are never finished, only abandoned" - Paul Valery