The Copyright Enforcer                   [Part 2 of my Writing Trilogy]

 

An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Please read along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

 

 

VERSE 1

 

You're checking out an album,

 

Of a group's studio sessions.

 

Honed in on what the lead vox sings.

 

 

But you think there is a problem,

 

With what he claims are life lessons.

 

Then you feel the sad truth sting.

 

 

VERSE 2

 

Why does it sound familiar?

 

Because it's a poem you wrote.

 

Spiced up with "Woo, Woo" and "Baby".

 

 

His catalog has nothing similar.

 

To this unaltered poetic quote.

 

Of your next move, there is no maybe.

 

 

CHORUS

 

When a guy with velvet voice,

 

Steals their masterwork.

 

I offer men of words a choice,

 

For getting back at the jerk.

 

So take time to reach out,

 

To a guy who's all about,

 

Making sure what is right prevails.

 

The Copyright Enforcer.

 

 

BRIDGE

 

At shooting ranges and hunting leases,

 

That's where I labor to hone my skill.

 

'Til the need for my kind of work decreases,

 

I basically have plenty of time to kill.

 

 

But sweet revenge isn't all I provide.

 

I'll bring you back the sordid details.

 

They spill the beans, or face homicide.

 

One taste of my rifle butt never fails.

 

 

Yeah, it's better to seek a confession.

 

Cause the story's are sometimes funny.

 

Once a girlfriend granted full permission,

 

And she didn't ask for any money.

 

 

Factoring the time to compose and produce,

 

He felt getting free lyrics was quite fair.

 

One fact made her motive easy to deduce:

 

The dude and her sister had an affair.

 

 

The look on his face was one I can't forget,

 

When he learned those words weren't even hers to give.

 

She gave him lyrics found on the internet,

 

Assuming the Chrome Dome wouldn't let him live.

 

 

That time, I followed Old Mike's wishes.

 

He said to bring back the sleazbag's mandolin.

 

It was that, or the frontman slept with the fishes,  >>>>

 

In the muddy water of the Cumberland.

 

 

CHORUS

 

When a guy with velvet voice,

 

Steals their masterwork.

 

I offer men of words a choice,

 

For getting back at the jerk.

 

If Justice could see,

 

And held a gun or three,

 

As well as a set of scales,

 

That Justice would be me,

 

The Copyright Enforcer.

 

 

VERSE 3

 

So, poets, would you really leave it up to,

 

The nice people who publish your booklets,

 

To correct a grave poetic injustice?

 

 

And, frontmen, if dope lyrics are given you,

 

By the finest fan that your good looks get,

 

Did she have cause to be disgusted?

 

 

CHORUS

 

When a guy with velvet voice,

 

Steals their masterwork.

 

I offer men of words a choice,

 

For getting back at the jerk.

 

So take time to reach out,

 

To a guy who's all about,

 

Making sure what is right prevails.

 

If Justice could see,

 

And held a gun or three,

 

As well as a set of scales,

 

Then that Justice would be me,

 

The Copyright Enforcer.

 

The End

 

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