A Stain

Its hard t’ say whether a too obvious agenda’s 

now veiled in atrophied, or eccentric, manners; 

or are we dealing with a Republican’s belief it’s 

a no-go zone; in their parlance at least th’ seat 

of th’ pants would show stains - and, although 

in this instance a sullied cushion on the chair's 

deck is past pretence - yet, of whom to blame, 

well - apparently there’s no coherent evidence 

As they say you can’t copyright extreme types 

o' egocentrism, there’s certain to be challenge 

to whom the original refers; then there’s comic 

irreverence as ‘proof’ most of it sits free-to-air, 

regardless whose gravid claims bear witness - 

& who’d dispute any such tweet’s attestation 

But a ‘covfefe’ machination failed all the tests 

of relevance - and yet there’s the crux of what 

‘laws’ supposedly say; you can’t reproduce a 

piece that isn’t yours - so to speak, unless it’s 

free of protection - & sadly th’ same’s applied 

t’ mass-reproduced images, no matter whose 

Tho yet we’ve seen no manifestation, as such, 

to whom th’ original work of authorship cedes 

ownership; so the ‘creativity' isn’t in-entirety a 

registered - or protected entity, which meant it 

is reproducible thus without consequence - & 

maybe - ‘stains’ are the only proof we need … 

© 13 February 2018, I. D. Carswell