Mr. Mayhem and the Prolific Dreamers

Fraudulent Poets

Let's talk about these fraudulent poets
Yes

The ones who steal lines
From classic poems
They mask it as their own
But when you look closer
You can see what they've done

They want people to think
That they know how to write
But they're really just borrowing
Stories from the night
They want the recognition
But never understand
That real poets aren't about fame
But about finding a path

Deep down beneath all the words
There's a void in their hearts
For they'll never feel the same
As the poets who start
They'll never be authentic
For that isn't theirs to do
For a poet must be true
In order to make it through

But these fraudulent poets

Always begging for a feature

Pleading for a handout

Keep your hands to yourself

Don't even ask to stick around

When you decided to get out

Fraudulent poets

Are nothing but fake poets stealing lines

From the real ones who work hard
This hardly comes as a surprise

I bet your cheating ass uses A.I. 

I'm disgusted that you can't even create a verb

You'll probably steal that line

Those stolen epithets you recite are phony
The clouds in your sky are not sunny

Slipping away the credit of hard work done
Taking away the opportunity of someone's truth to be spoken

You pretend to write

While your pen is fake
And when someone calls you out

You make no mistake
To deny and try to turn the blame around
Acting like words from your mouth have no sound

Oh, now your silent?

Oh, now you want to be mute?

If this was poetry for dummies

I would've been given you the boot

I'm at your necks now

This talk ain't cheap 

This is rich rising

So, pay me in full

The way you pay to get a poem done

Your act of thievery is one to despise
Stealing rhymes from others

This is the economy of false serenity
When these same people were passed the mic

Their words never came from within but from someone else's memory

While you wear the montage of innocence as a disguise
You show up to open mics with no originality
Using others' words while your rhyme scheme is trash

Fraudulent Poets

You got the precocious and pretentious audacity

Your fake voice has no meaning
A poem's content that you're not keen in
You float away in the dream of your false fame
Leaving behind a sour taste of the poet you claim

You try to act real and make it as your own
But for those who know

All they can do is groan

To these fraudulent poets

I'd just like to say
That stealing lines from others will never get you far
The art of poetry needs more than just a memory
Only by creating your own words 

You can become a true star

A fake can jumble words

And use some popular bars
But emotions, feelings, and the heart of the poem

Will show truth when a poet makes the piece cry

These fraudulent poets will sink
For their ignorance comes off like a blemish

That conceals their light

Therefore

The next time you hear a poem

Or someone speaking in rhyme
To really appreciate the art

Be patient with your time
Listen to what is behind the words

And what emotion it carries
Only then will you recognize

The real poet

And not the fraudulent

Stay in school frauds!

Fuck you!

- Mayhem