Deception In Our Garden

Sweetness and flattery Oh, my, I am blushing Your words sent my heart, excited and flushing Heat of joy as your delicately chosen words Has succumbed my ego, for a moment, oh dear. And, I must admit, I am overcome with your praise And what may I ask is your intentions, naive ? Are you mocking me as you steal my songs; Or are you incredibly disdainful, meandering along? In life it is clear, you manipulate your foes Choosing their best for yourself, but not their woes Woes and foes brought me to this place and fate And one can’t get around experience and disgrace But, I’m flattered that you’d steal my poetry, my love And, I’ll tip my hat to your theft, and bid you, good day… And, thank you ~ As you’ve made my way ~ Better, than I deserved… On any given Say (poetry) This was written for a poetry contest in 2010 (impromptu and 20 mins) for thoughts on plagiarism, Flattered, angry, disappointed, thievery or what? How do you feel and how are you supposed to observe this act and respond?