Inspiration they say, comes, but not once,
Yet I find it easy to claim what\'s not mine.
Not once, not twice... uncountable should be precise!
What can one give to justify such ills?
No price can be called, for your intellects.
No wager for your properties.
Fact as it may be, that you earn not from it,
Does not justify
Your handwork, your quill,
Your ink and your sheet
To be dashed out to many so undeserving .
What is yours is yours!!
And so it\'s deserving as such.